boyfriend had nothing to do with your estimate. “ Okay. I can call a cab or something. Mind if I wait in your shop?”
Herbert gave another non-committal grunt and turned around to hit a switch beside the door. An ear-splitting whine split the air as a garage door Kim hadn’t noticed before began to slowly rise, revealing a messy workshop and a lone set of tracks. Kim hurried inside the shop and saw that it was nearly as dusty as the desert outside; she wiped the seat of a cracked leather armchair before gingerly perching on it, hoping someone could come and get her before the dust covered her, too.
She was lucky it was Suzanna’s day off. On the phone, Kim made her best friend promise not to ask questions until she got to the automotive shop; she knew Herbert probably couldn’t hear her, but she didn’t want to risk somehow offending him with more details of her personal life. The shop was so quiet during the half hour she waited that she kept clearing her throat just to make sure she hadn’t gone deaf. Soon it was nightfall, and no noise beside Herbert’s tinkering had reached her ears. Is it this quiet here all the time? Maybe that’s why he’s such a grouch. He never gets any customers.
Suzanna’s blue sedan pulled up just as Kim was getting antsy. She bolted to the passenger side and got in without a backward glance, barely remembering to close the door before she put on her seatbelt.
“Where’s the fire?” Suzanna asked in surprise.
“In that grumpy old man’s eyes,” Kim said as they pulled out onto the road.
Suzanna laughed. “Am I allowed to ask you real questions now?”
Kim sighed. “I guess so, but it’s going to sound unbelievable to you, too.”
Her best friend turned her head toward the passenger seat, sending her curly, dirty-blonde ponytail whipping against the window. Her eyes narrowed.
“What do you mean ‘too’?” She frowned and turned back to the road. “...Wait. This has something to do with your vampire boytoy, doesn’t it?”
Kim took a deep breath. “You know how I keep running into him at random places? It turns out there’s a reason for that.”
Suzanna looked at her sharply again, and Kim shifted in her seat, feeling as though she were under a spotlight. Even the vampires weren’t this intense.
“We have some kind of...metaphysical bond,” she continued. It’s drawing us together, so we keep finding each other even when we’re trying not to.”
“I thought bonds only happened if a vampire bit you, or turned you?” Suzanna said blankly. When she spoke again, there was a note of panic in her voice. “Oh my god! Did he bite you that night?”
“No!” Kim said quickly. “I definitely would have told you if I’d been bitten. I have no idea how this bond formed. He has no idea how this bond formed,” she admitted. “But it’s there, and it hasn’t gone away.”
Suzanna’s face was as pale as Kim had ever seen it, but her voice was steady as she spoke. “So you drove twenty miles out of the city because your body told you to?”
“It’s closer to forty, actually,” Kim said. “Luke pushed my car to that shop.”
Suzanna laughed, and the sound had an edge of hysteria. “Okay, no. No way. He didn’t push two thousand pounds of metal twenty miles.”
“He did,” Kim said bluntly. “I sat in the car while he did it. He wasn’t even a little tired...and then I watched him run right back.”
The car filled with a thick silence. Kim