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Sookie? You didn’t let any grass grow under your feet.” He didn’t know whether to sound admiring or indignant. Jason still didn’t realize Eric was dead. It’s amazing to me that lots of people can’t tell for a few minutes. “And I need to get him clothes?”
    “Yes. His shirt got torn last night, and his blue jeans are still dirty.”
    “You going to introduce me?”
    I took a deep breath. It would have been so much better if Jason hadn’t seen Eric. “Better not,” I said.
    They both took that badly. Jason looked wounded, and the vampire looked offended.
    “Eric,” he said, and stuck out a hand to Jason.
    “Jason Stackhouse, this rude lady’s brother,” Jason said.
    They shook, and I felt like wringing both their necks.
    “I’m assuming there’s a reason why you two can’t go out to buy him more clothes,” Jason said.
    “There’s a good reason,” I said. “And there’s about twenty good reasons you should forget you ever saw this guy.”
    “Are you in danger?” Jason asked me directly.
    “Not yet,” I said.
    “If you do something that gets my sister hurt, you’ll be in a world of trouble,” Jason told Eric the vampire.
    “I would expect nothing less,” Eric said. “But since you are being blunt with me, I’ll be blunt with you. I think you should support her and take her into your household, so she would be better protected.”
    Jason’s mouth fell open again, and I had to cover my own so I wouldn’t laugh out loud. This was even better than I’d imagined.
    “Ten bottles of blood and a change of clothes?” Jason asked me, and I knew by the change in his voice that he’d finally cottoned on to Eric’s state.
    “Right. Liquor store’ll have the blood. You can get the clothes at Wal-Mart.” Eric had mostly been a jeans and T-shirt kind of guy, which was all I could afford, anyway. “Oh, he needs some shoes, too.”
    Jason went to stand by Eric and put his foot parallel to the vampire’s. He whistled, which made Eric jump.
    “Big feet,” Jason commented, and flashed me a look. “Is the old saying true?”
    I smiled at him. He was trying to lighten the atmosphere. “You may not believe me, but I don’t know.”
    “Kind of hard to swallow . . . no joke intended. Well, I’m gone,” Jason said, nodding to Eric. In a few seconds, I heard his truck speeding around the curves in the driveway, through the dark woods. Night had fallen completely.
    “I’m sorry I came out while he was here,” Eric said tentatively. “You didn’t want me to meet him, I think.” He came over to the fire and seemed to be enjoying the warmth as I had been doing.
    “It’s not that I’m embarrassed to have you here,” I said. “It’s that I have a feeling you’re in a heap of trouble, and I don’t want my brother drawn in.”
    “He is your only brother?”
    “Yes. And my parents are gone, my grandmother, too. He’s all I have, except for a cousin who’s been on drugs for years. She’s lost, I guess.”
    “Don’t be so sad,” he said, as if he couldn’t help himself.
    “I’m fine.” I made my voice brisk and matter-of-fact.
    “You’ve had my blood,” he said.
    Ah-oh. I stood absolutely still.
    “I wouldn’t be able to tell how you feel if you hadn’t had my blood,” he said. “Are we—have we been—lovers?”
    That was certainly a nice way to put it. Eric was usually pretty Anglo-Saxon about sex.
    “No,” I said promptly, and I was telling the truth, though only by a narrow margin. We’d been interrupted in time, thank God. I’m not married. I have weak moments. He is gorgeous. What can I say?
    But he was looking at me with intense eyes, and I felt color flooding my face.
    “This is not your brother’s bathrobe.”
    Oh, boy. I stared into the fire as if it were going to spell out an answer for me.
    “Whose, then?”
    “Bill’s,” I said. That was easy.
    “He is your lover?”
    I nodded. “Was,” I said honestly.
    “He is my friend?”
    I thought that