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probably yellowing lace curtains on the windows and he’d be incinerated instantly. And a sick part of him still wondered if he’d kill her or have sex with her. If she was getting it from that Derek guy, it probably wasn’t that good. He could do things to her that would make her forget she ever gave a shit about Country Boy.
    Thoughts like that made his fangs ache, and other things, too. Hunger, even the sexual variety, was too exhausting to deal with at the moment, so he lay down and went back to sleep.
     
    “Wake up. Allergic to the sun does not mean ‘lazy as hell.’ I saw those girls on 20/20.”
    Graf peeled open one eye. Jessa stood over him, scowling. Be patient, he urged himself. You can’t eather yet. You don’t know how to find anyone else to eat without her help.
    The way he figured it, he could follow her to this Tom guy’s house, and then to June’s Place, whatever that was. He could get acquainted with the town to night and then finish off Jessa and her backwoods Casanova before polishing off the rest of the hillbillies as necessary.
    He stood up and reached for his shirt. When he pulled it on, she turned away quickly, a guilty expression on her face. She’d been sneaking a peek, and the hungry look in her eyes told him her opinion of what she’d seen. Very interesting, considering Everybody’s All-American hadn’t been all that bad-looking.
    “So, what, do you spend, like, forty hours a week at the gym?” she snorted, starting for the stairs.
    “No, I don’t work out all that much.” It was true. There was really no point in a vampire working out. For the most part, he looked exactly the same as he had the day he’d been turned. Sure, his muscles had become more toned from the boost in strength, and his wardrobe was a lot different, and he didn’t have a lame haircut anymore, but physically, not much could be changed about the way a vampire looked. A lesson Sophia had learned when she’d stupidly tried to get collagen injections in her lips. At least the plastic surgeon had been delicious.
    Jessa made a noise that told him she didn’t believehim. “Meet me in the kitchen. We’ve got eggs and apples for dinner.”
    “I’m not really all that hungry,” he called after her as she jogged up the stairs. He followed, his stomach jerking in response to the smell of the food. Another physical thing that couldn’t be changed. “Eggs and apples?”
    “All I can afford.” She shrugged as she scraped scrambled eggs from a large, cast-iron skillet. “We have to make do with what we’ve got.”
    He rolled his eyes. “I appreciate that fact. You can stop acting like a dust-bowl farmer.”
    The skillet clattered to the stove top, and she braced her hands against the counter. “You have got some nerve, buddy.”
    “I have some nerve? You get me trapped here, you let your boyfriend come down to beat my ass—”
    “Derek is not my boyfriend!” she shouted as she whirled toward him, the spatula in her hand whipping flecks of egg through the air. Her shocked gaze followed their trajectory.
    Graf ducked the flying food and gave a low whistle. “You don’t say?”
    “I don’t even know why I’m explaining it to you. It’s none of your business.” She took a deep breath. “What were you doing at the service station? You shouldn’t have been able to stop there in the first place. But couldn’t you tell it wasn’t open, from the fact that it was all dark inside?”
    Before he could stop himself, his gaze flicked guiltily to the countertop in front of him, and he knew he was caught. Usually, he could lie convincingly enough to fool a polygraph machine, but for some reason that skill had failed him now, and in front of a woman who was, he had to admit, a pretty smart cookie.
    “Oh my God!” She put her hands on her hips. “You were going to rob it!”
    “I was not!” The quick denial sealed his fate. He should have laughed it off, like it was the most ridiculous suggestion in the