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epitome of laid-back cool. Hunter seemed to be debating something with himself. Fisher gave him his space, using the time to surreptitiously watch the other man while Hunter's attention was focused on his hands. The easy smile was not in evidence now, and the normally twinkling eyes appeared cloudy.
    Thunder rumbled somewhere in the distance. Even though he was wearing a suit, Fisher shivered. He transferred the case with the laptop in it to the top of the picnic table, wishing Hunter would say something— anything to relieve this unbearable tension. When at last his friend began to speak, Fisher was ready to sigh with relief.
    "Fisher, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about. I just wasn't quite sure how to do it. I mean, I didn't want to upset you or anything."
    Fisher prided himself on not giving anything away, keeping his voice calm and steady, even as he said, "Just tell me whatever it is. I'm sure I'll be fine, as long as you tell me the truth." He gave Hunter a smile of encouragement. A smile that cost him a great deal of effort to achieve. They say that it takes fewer muscles to smile than it does to frown. Fisher guessed that only pertained to true smiles, not forced ones, 'cause this one hurt like hell.
    There, that seemed to have worked a little bit, the clouds were lifting from Hunter's eyes, and the smile returning to his lips. Fisher's heart gave a great leap, but he hid it well.
    "You remember when I told you this morning that I'm a vampire?"
    "Yeah, I remember, and I told you how lame that was, everyone's doing vampires. Did you find another costume?" Somehow Fisher didn't think that was the case, but he felt compelled to ask.
    Hunter turned so that he was sitting astride the bench, one leg on either side, scooting closer to Fisher as he did so. Without thinking, Fisher imitated his movements. They were now face to face, with only a few inches of space between them. The thunder rumbled again. A quick glance upward ascertained that clouds were indeed rolling in, and if they weren't careful, they might get caught in a downpour.
    "I wasn't talking about costumes."
    Fisher heard the words, but they didn't make any sense. He pursed his lips, thinking through the various meanings he could attribute to that simple sentence. None of them registered. "Does this mean you don't want to go tonight?" He wasn't sure if the idea made him happy or disappointed. He guessed it would depend on the reason.
    "No, I want to go tonight. I have our costumes, remember?"
    Now Fisher was more confused. "Okaaaaaaaaay," he said. He glanced up from his own hands, and straight into those gorgeously blue eyes. "You also told me that Leonardo di Caprio is a vampire. What is this, international declare you're a vampire day?" That was totally lame, but it was the best he could muster on short notice. It did earn him a small smile, though, so it was totally worth it.
    "No, of course not. I was kidding about Leo."
    Fisher waited, in vain, for the rest of that statement—the part that went 'and me'. But it never came. Hunter had yet to mention any woman, or being in love, or getting married, or any of the several dozen fears that populated Fisher's fertile imagination ever since Hunter had called. That must be a good sign, right? As for the rest—well, that was just Hunter being the warped individual he'd always been, having fun with Fisher on the night before Halloween. Though why he felt compelled to come down here and call him out of work early, when they were attending a party together tonight where they had all night to talk, was beyond Fisher. He relaxed a little, though, managed a small genuine smile of his own, going along with Hunter's game.
    "So what you're saying is that you're a bloodsucking creature of the night, and you want to drink my blood?"
    "Well, I wasn't going to ask," Hunter replied, "but if you're offering, that's a whole 'nother matter."
    "Sure, any time," Fisher snorted. Hunter surely did have a strange