Free Vampires and Vixens (Psy-Vamp) by Cassandra Lawson Page B

impact of his hand.
    “Prick!” Caitlin shouted after him.
    Trish had her hand on Isaiah’s arm and
she kept telling various men that she was with someone. Isaiah didn’t seem to
notice the exchanges, or her hand on his arm.
    Hannah made a grab for her drink, but
Noah moved it to the other side of the table. She stuck her tongue out at him. He
stared at her. It was easy to see why she fascinated his brother. In some ways
he wished that his brother hadn’t met her first. He turned away, feeling
guilty.
    “We should get going before Justin
drives off and leaves us here,” Noah said trying to make a quick getaway.
    Hannah looked disappointed. It was
obvious that she didn’t really want the evening to end. “Okay,” she said. “I’m
glad we ran into you.” Her voice was a little slurred.
    “How are you ladies getting home?” Noah
asked.
    Trish raised a hand. “Designated driver
at your service.”
    “Well, then I guess I’ll see you later,”
Noah said a little awkwardly.
    Isaiah tucked his phone into his pocket,
mumbled a quick goodbye, and followed Noah out of the club.

Chapter Ten
    Noah answered the door in worn grey
sweat pants and a white t-shirt. His hair was wet and it looked like he
had just taken a shower. “This is a pleasant surprise, but I think you might be
a little overdressed for my humble abode.”
    Hannah smiled. Noah always made her
smile. They had lunch together once or twice a week, and he’d helped her raise
her Statistics grade. In the month that she’d known him, Noah had become one of
her closest friends.
    “Nathaniel is changing his shirt before
we leave, so I decided to stop by and say hi.” She tried to sound nonchalant
about the visit.
    Noah crossed his arms over his chest,
and gave her a suspicious look. “I don’t buy it, so you may as well confess
your real reason for dropping by. Or did you just want to hear me tell you how
beautiful you look in that dress?”
    She loved the dress. It looked like the
Marilyn Monroe dress from The Seven Year Itch except it was a dark shade
of teal. “Trish loaned it to me.” She gave a little twirl so the skirt
fluttered out.
    “What’s the hidden agenda?” he asked
again.
    “Why would you think I have a hidden
agenda?” she asked sweetly.
    “You have that hand in the cookie jar
expression.”
    “Well, there is something I wanted to
talk to you about,” she admitted with a meddlesome twinkle in her eyes.
    He smiled triumphantly. “I knew it!”
    Her gaze moved from him to the bookshelf
at the back of the living room. “I was just wondering what you thought of my
friend Trish.”
    His eyes widened in shock. “Are you
trying to play matchmaker for me?”
    “Why not? I know that you don’t have a
girlfriend and Trish is really great. I have Nathaniel and I want you to have
someone too.”
    He sighed. “I appreciate what you’re
trying to do, but I don’t like being the victim of matchmaking schemes. Trish
is not the right person for me.”
    “I’m just trying to be a good friend to
you.”
    He gazed at her with his usual warmth. “I
know, and it’s really sweet of you to worry about me.”
    She studied him for a moment. “Are you
gay, Noah?” She placed her hands on his arms which were crossed in front of his
chest, and spoke in a supportive voice. “No matter what, you’re still my
friend.”
    He uncrossed his arms, gripped her
shoulders, and stared down at her. “It’s tempting to tell you yes, so you’ll
stop trying to fix me up with your friends, but I get the feeling that you’ll
start trying to find the perfect man for me then.”
    Her guilty expression was answer enough.
    “I’m not gay. I just prefer to find my
own dates. Can you understand that?”
    She sighed, and then nodded. Her face
lit up as an idea came to her. “Hey, Nathaniel has to go out of town next
weekend. Would you like to do something on Friday?”
    “Sure,” he said. “Just let me know the
details.”
    “You know, I could bring Trish