The Original Sin (Skye Morrison Vampire Series, #3) Read Online Free Page B

nipped at my bottom lip.
    “Oh dear,” Trey groaned and chuckled as he covered his eyes and stood up.  “I think I’ll save myself some unnecessary trauma and leave you heterosexuals to it, then.  Have fun you two.”
    I tried unsuccessfully to mutter a heartfelt apology, but Jameson was busy making sure my mouth was otherwise occupied.
     
    *****
     
    Jameson left me so he could take a shower upstairs and I decided to make a quick call to Tricky Dic’s before I took my own.  I really wanted Dean to join us out at Drop Kick’s tonight for a beer or two and hoped he would agree to meeting me.
    “Tricky Dic’s.  What can I do for you?” a familiar masculine voice asked as he picked up the line.
    “Um…hi.  Is Dean available?” I asked as I hopped up on my bathroom counter and finished taking off my chipped red toenail polish.
    “Depends on who’s asking,” the guy rumbled deeply. 
    “This is Skye Morrison,” I offered.
    “Sure,” he said after a few seconds.  “Just a sec…I’ll get him for you.”
    I smiled and thanked him before I was put on hold.  The short wait was made even shorter by the awesome dubstep music that flowed over the line.  Bassnectar pumped a funky beat and I found myself bouncing slightly on the counter, my free leg swinging, as I finished the remaining two toenails.
    “Well, well, well…if it isn’t the stranger herself.  How’s it going, toots?  I didn’t know if I’d ever hear from you again.” Dean said lightheartedly.
    “I could say the same for you, mister,” I smiled, happy to hear his voice.  “You haven’t been to the club lately.  What’s up with that?”
    Dean took a deep breath and sighed.  I could hear the shift in his mood right before he answered honestly, “Well, I didn’t know if you wanted me around.  I just figured with the way we left things…”
    “Yeah, about that,” I interjected quickly, “One of the reasons I called was to say that I’m sorry about how I reacted to your…news.  It was stupid, immature and judgmental of me and I sincerely apologize.  I know it took a lot of guts for you to tell me.  And, I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to call you.  Thank you for what you did for me…for all of us.  I would have said it sooner, but you haven’t been back to the club since everything went down.  I’m beginning to think you’re never coming back, so I wanted to make sure I called to tell you.”
    Dean was quiet for a few moments and I found myself holding my breath, waiting for his response.  “So you’re not mad at me?” he asked quietly, completely unlike the Dean I had come to know.
    I put the used cotton ball down on the counter and lowered my leg.  “No, honey.  Are you kidding me?” I asked; my brow furrowed in confusion.  “How could I be mad at you?  You saved my life Dean.  You dropped everything and you and your friends helped rescue me from that sadistic asshole.  I don’t think I would have been found without your help.  Jameson told me that you and your friends were the ones who tracked me to that house.  I owe my life to you guys.”
    He sighed and cleared his throat.  “So, I uh…heard a little about what’s going on.  How are you dealing with everything?  Have they caught the guy who kidnapped you yet?”
    It was my turn to sigh.  “No, not yet, but they’re working on it.  I won’t be able to fully relax until he is.  But speaking of relaxing,” I quickly changed the subject with a smile, “I was wondering if you had any plans for tonight.  Jameson has a show at Drop Kick Dan’s and I’m hoping I can persuade you to come out and have a few beers with me, my treat of course.”
    “Well,” Dean chuckled and I could hear the smile return to his voice, “I suppose I can spare a few hours for a pretty girl.   But drinks are on me, Skye. I insist.”
    I groaned and opened my mouth to argue, but Dean shushed me.  “A gentleman never lets a lady pay.  Besides, your