Forbidden Alliance: A Werewolf's Tale (Forbidden Alliance Trilogy) (8 page)

I found myself getting addicted to it...getting addicted to her, neither of which would end well for me.
That I was certain, especially after Toran reminded me of just how unlucky in love I am...not that I was in love with Jay Dee
,
but I could clearly see just how easily it would be to love her.

“What kind of name is Jay Dee?” I asked, pulling out onto the road; that particular question had be
en annoying me since first hour
,
and I was praying it would help distract me from the loving her thoughts.

“It’s short for Jane Doe,” she said, fiddling with the controls on the dash.

What in the
bloody
hell is that supposed to mean?

She
looked over at me and laughed.
“I was adopted,” she explained.
“They didn’t know what my name was, and I didn’t know either, so the state called me Jane Doe.
Eventual
ly that turned into Jay Dee: J for Jane and D
for Doe.
I don’t like either name but what can I do?
I’m surrounded by people with amazing naturey names that are spiritual and unique, and I get Jane.
What in the hell?
Me Tarzan
,
you Jane, it’s just gay,” she said the last part in a deep
,
manly voice that was rather terrifying.

I think I missed something here
.

“I am rather confident that n
aturey is not a word,” I blurted out and she laug
hed; yes, I’m daft and now she wa
s well aware of it.
“You live on the reservation?”

Yes, an even dafter question.
God, could I make myself look anymore thick if I tried?

Jay Dee nodded, her shoulders heaving with contained laughter.

This is the worst first...second impression in history.

“Is that why everyone at school gives you dirty looks?” I, yet again, accidentally blurted out, taking the awkwardness of the entire situation to levels that I never knew were possible.

“That’s one way to put it,” she amusingly agreed.
“I’m a white girl,
white
white,” she tried to say in a serious tone but ended up laughing.
“Sure I have a kick ass light golden tan, but I’m pale and pasty like you compared to my family.”

“Just because I am British does not mean that I am pale and pasty,” I argued for some reason, but I’m pretty damn pale compared to
the
Native Americans.
“That really did not answer m
y
question.
Is that why they are rude to you?”

Jay Dee
sighed and closed her eyes.

Lovely, now I
a
m upsetting her.
Way to go, Tanis, you daft arsehole.

“Who knows,”
she
mumbled.
“It used to be tolerable until I got these,” she said and pointed to her chest.

“Store bought?” I blurted out.

“No,” she snorted.
“I was the President and Founder of the Itty Bitty Tittie Club.”

I nearly drove off the road in shock.

“Seemingly overnight these damn things grew,” she continued, “and, well, they’re rather inconvenient.
The boys started paying even more attention to me, but it wasn’t the kind of attention that I wanted, and it caused some problem
s...many, many problems, fights,
arguments
, and buried bodies
.
But what can I do?
I’ve tried everything but they’re here to stay.
I’m just
thankful they stopped growing
,” she huffed and flicked the side of her right breast and I fought the urge to whimper.

“Anything more than a handful is a waste,” I accidentally said aloud, causing her to look at me with wide eyes and her mouth hanging open.
“Oh shite, I did not mean to say that aloud.
I mean...they are lovely
thrups
... I mean
breasts... I mean,
bloody hell.
I am so sorry, that was rude.
I...I am shutting up now.”

“I make you nervous, don’t I?”
She smirked.

“Maybe,” I admitted; she had no idea of just how terrifying she truly was.

“Is it because of what I am?” she teasingly sang, swiping her hand at me as if she were a puppy.

Huh?
Oh, a bird?

“No,” I said...it wasn’t entirely a lie.
“I just blurt out whatever is in me head when I am around you.”

“And you don’t like that?” She surmised.

“No, would you?
Usually I keep everything to meself, I find me very witty and charming.”

Jay Dee laughed loudly, holding her stomach in the process, her head lolled to the side towards me, and her warm breath washed over the side of my face and I fought the urge to lean over and capture her mouth with mine.
“You are so full of yourself,” she teased, softly knocking her forehead into my shoulder before sitting up.
There was something about her slightly raspy voice that was womanly, warm and inviting,
yet
seductive and perverse all at the same time.

It was
very
arousing to say the least.

“Would you
care
to get dinner with me?” I asked before I could stop myself.

Jay Dee looked at me and chuckled. “I didn’t know vampires ate human food,” she said.

I slammed on the brakes, sending her body slamming against the seatbelt
.

How did she know?
Did my eyes turn black?
Are my fangs hanging out?
Oh bloody hell, this
is not
good!

“Ow,” she complained.
“What in the hell?” she groaned.
“Was there a field mouse in the road or something?
Yes, I’m a Washington girl and a tree hugger, and
I’m all for protecting animals and all of God’s scurrying critters
,
but you’re taking it to the extreme, don’t you think?” she playfully complained but I wasn’t finding any
amusement
in her joshing.

“Vampire?” I asked through clenched teeth and scrambled to put together a sound argument, to find the words that would
re
assure her that I wouldn’t hurt her and that’d I’d never do anything to put her in danger.
But, once again, they eluded me.
“Why would you say such a thing?” I tried
to ask cool
and collective but it came out as a snarled demand that was anything but human sounding.
“Do I look like some goddamn manic-depressive,
queer as a clockwork orange,
closet
knob-jockey
with bad taste in women, who is all sparkly in the goddamn sun?” I demanded.

Yes, pull the Twilight argument.

“No,” she assured me in a clipped, yet overly amused, tone.
“But I’ll admit you have the whole emotional dickhead thing down.”

I couldn’t argue with her there.

“You did not answer my
question,” I said, trying to figure out how in the hell she figured out that I was a vampire, but most importantly, why in the hell wasn’t she screaming bloody murder while trying to get out of the car?

Jay Dee rolled her eyes.
“Need I remind you where I live?” she
asked
condescendingly, smirking at me.

She had a point
,
and I think I was being ridiculous, though I’m not entirely sure because this situation was completely new to me.

“Sure, dinner works,” she said with a smile.
“I just have to call my parents to let them know.”

I handed her my mobile.
“I am assuming you do not have one of these.”

“What’s dis dun cell fone
ya
dun speak of?”
Her southern redneck impression was perfect and it made me laugh, loudly.

Jay Dee took the mobile and dialed, nervously chewing on her little finger while she waited for someone to answer.
“Hey Daddy, I’m going to dinner with a friend.”

Damn it.
A
mate
?
That is rather
disappointing
.

“Yahto?” her father asked.

“No, he was supposed to pick me up from work and flaked on me as usual.”

“Who are you going with?” he asked, sounding suspicious.

“A friend from school,” she said and tried to keep from laughing.
“I only have like ten bucks on me so we’ll most likely go to Bellingham to McDonalds or something.
Is that cool?”

There was an awkward moment of silence on the line.

“Dad, is something wrong?” Jay Dee asked, concern washing across her beautiful face.

“No,” he answered softly and her head tilted to the side to regard his tone.
“Call if you need anything and be home by ten please, it’s a school night.
Love you,” he said in a gruff voice.

“Love you too, Daddy,” she said cheerfully—obviously his short, brusque tone was normal—and she hung up the mobile and handed it back to me.
“Sorry about that.
My parents, especially my dad, are really protective of their little girl.”

I would be
as well
.
Jay Dee’s beautiful, smart, funny and would make a very agreeable companion...oh shite, I think I fancy this bird.

This
is not
good
at all.

Was I seriously going to dinner with a vampire?

I looked over at Tanis; his attention was on the road while his fingers
agitatedly
drummed
against the steering
wheel.

Huh, I guess I am.

“So, this isn’t awkward
at all
,” I said.

“What do you mean?” Tanis asked without looking at me.

“Well...you’re super quiet all of a sudden.
Is that because you’re tired of spewing out whatever’s in your head or because I make you nervous?” I growled and snapped my teeth at him.

He laughed.
“Ooh scary.”

“
Sarcasm noted.
”

“It is the spewing thing,” he admitted.

“Ah, I don’t mind.
It’s refreshing to find someone who’s completely honest, even when they shouldn’t be, and even if
they
only want me for my body,” I teased and he laughed but didn’t deny it...or confirm it.
“Bellingham’s a better choice,” I said, trying to change the subject since
that
one was suddenly making me slightly depressed and really self-conscious.
“I don’t feel like running into anyone from the Res.”