bun top on the burger. âYouâre a vampire.â She lifted it and squeezed juice onto the plate. âBut weâve got plenty of drippings.â
âPortia,â Penny cautioned, âdonât be rude.â
âRude? Whoâs being rude?â She dropped the burger back on the plate. âItâs my night to make dinner. You donât show. You donât call. Then you come home with some goth who doesnât even know how to dress the part.â She glared at Morning. âI mean, whatâs your angle? Are you the coming of the antivampire?â
Morning returned her glower with a pensive look. âYeah, thatâs one way of looking at it.â Before she could fire her next shot of venom, he turned to Penny. âYou know, maybe I should stay at a hotel.â
Portiaâs eyes bugged wide. âWhat? Heâs staying
here
?â
âJust for one night,â Penny explained.
âMom, I have to study. I canât babysit him!â
âNobody said you had to. Iâll entertain him.â
âWhy should you entertain him when he could be a lot more entertained in a hotel room?â
âHeâs too young to stay in a hotel by himself.â
âYou put
me
in a hotel room by myself.â
âThatâs because you snore and I needed a good nightâs sleep.â
âOh, great!â Portia eye-rolled. âNow heâs going to spend the night with his ear plastered to the wall waiting to hear me snore.â
âDonât be silly.â
âDonât be naive, Mom! Heâs a teenage boy so saturated with testosterone he thinks anything a girl does is a turn-on!â
Their cross talk was interrupted by the metallic pop of a ring top. They both snapped toward the sound. Morningâs silver case rested on the countertop. He held a small can with no label. Birnam had given him several unlabeled cans of Blood Lite for use before he came out to the world. He stuck a straw in the can and took a drink. The straw turned magenta.
âWhatâs that?â Portia asked.
He swallowed. âItâs like a protein drink.â He gave her an impish smile. âWeâre all recovering from something. Iâm a recovering eater.â
Penny laughed.
Portia didnât know whether to laugh or call Bellevue to have the kid who really thought he was a vampire carted away in a straitjacket, with a two-jacket option to have her mother taken away as well for bringing home such a whackjob.
Morning took another sip and stared at Portia. It was the first time heâd seen her when she wasnât talking or chewing. She was prettier than heâd first thought.
Portia stared back. Just because heâd cracked a good joke and thrown the ball back in her court didnât mean she was going to look away. What really bugged her was the difference between his eyes and the rest of him. Everything about himâhis gangly arms and legs, his plank of a body, his disheveled mop of hair, and his whiskerless faceâsaid nerdy, attitude-riddled kid trying to slog his way across the messy flypaper of teendom. But there was something in his dark brown eyes that didnât go with all that. It was like his eyes were older than the rest of him.
Before she could decipher who he was, and what he was up to, she took her ball and left the game. âWhile you and theââshe air-quotedâââvampireâ are down here yukking it up, Iâll be studying.â
Morning noticed that she air-quoted with just her index fingers. He wondered if in the ten months heâd been away from the city single-digit air-quotes had become the new thing.
She grabbed her plate and climbed the spiral staircase off the kitchen. Portia was defaulting to her number one rule when meeting a guy for the first time:
Assume the worst.
Or more explicitly, every guy you meet is coming to bat to get to first, second, third, or all the way
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