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a vamp, Michael. Like any vamp getting back-talked by a human. You could have gotten us hurt. You could have gotten Eve killed!" Michael looked at Shane, who lifted his shoulders in a tiny, apologetic shrug. "She's not wrong, bro."

"That's not what it was," Michael insisted. "I was just trying to--look, Eve started it."

"Hey! That thump you heard was me under the bus, there! " Shane shrugged again. "And now Michael's not wrong. Hey, I like this game. I don't have to be the wrong one for once in my life."

"Shut up, Shane," Eve snapped. "What about you, Miss Oh, sir, please let my friends go; I'm such a delicate little flower? What a crock of shit, Claire!"

"Oh, so now you're mad because I got you out of it?" Claire felt her cheeks flaming, and she was literally shaking now with anger and distress. "You started it, Eve! I was just trying to keep you from getting killed! Sorry you didn't like how I pulled that off!"

"You just--can't you stand up for yourself?"

"Hey," Shane said softly, and touched Eve's arm. She whirled toward him, fists clenched, but Shane held up both hands in clear surrender. "She stood up for you. Might want to consider that before you go calling Claire a coward. She's never been that."

"Oh, sure, you take her side!"

"It's not a side," Shane said. "And if it is, you ought to be on it, too." Michael had been watching, calming down (or at least shutting down), and now he reached out and put his hands on Eve's shoulders. She tensed, then relaxed, closed her eyes, and blew out an impatient breath. "Right," she said. "You're going to tell me I can't be upset about nearly getting my face cut off."

"No," Michael said. "But don't take it out on Claire. It's not her fault."

"It's mine."

"Well..." He sighed. "Kind of mine, too. Share?" Eve turned to face him. "I like my blame. I keep it close like a warm, furry blanket."

"Let go," he said, and kissed her lightly. "You're taking my side of the blame blanket."

"Fine. You can have half." Eve was calmer now, and relaxed into Michael's embrace. "Damn. That was stupid, wasn't it? We nearly got killed over ice cream."

"Another thing I don't want on my tombstone," Shane said. "You have others?" Claire asked. He held up one finger. "I thought it wasn't loaded," Shane said. Second finger. "Hand me a match so I can check the gas tank." Third finger. "Killed over ice cream. Basically, any death that requires me to be stupid first." Michael shook his head. "So what's on your good list?"

"Oh, you know. Hero stuff that gets me rerun on CNN. Like, I died saving a busload of supermodels." Claire smacked his arm. "Ow! Saving them! What did you think I meant?"

"So," Claire said, taking the high ground, "what now? I mean, I guess ice cream is kind of off the table, unless you're okay with random violence as a topping."

"Got to be something else in town," Michael said. "Unless you just want to sit here and take up a gas pump until Oliver gets his act together."

"He told us to wait here."

"Yeah, well, I'm with Michael on this one," Shane said. "Not really into doing what Oliver wants, you know? And this is supposed to be our trip, not his. He's just along for the ride. Personally, I like moving the car. Even if we're not leaving him behind."

"You really do have a death wish."

"You'll save me." He kissed Claire on the nose. "Mikey, you're driving." 5 Durram, Texas, was a small town. Like, really small. Smaller than Morgan ville. There were about six blocks to it, not really in a square; more like a messy oval. The Dairy Queen was closed and dark; so was the Sonic. There was some kind of bar, but Michael quickly vetoed that suggestion (from Shane, of course); if they'd gotten into trouble asking for ice cream, asking for a beer would be certain doom. Claire couldn't fault his logic, and besides, none of them was actually bar-legal age, anyway. Though she somehow doubted the folks in Durram really cared so much. They didn't seem like the overly law-abiding types. Cruising the streets seemed like a big, fat waste of time; there weren't any other cars on the streets, really, and not even many lights on in the houses. It seemed like a really boring, shut-up town. Shades of Morganville, though in Morganville at least you had