Knowing my husband, he’d find several uses for them, and at least one of those would make me blush.
I moved aside to let Bones get enveloped in well-wishes from our guests. In addition to Fabian and his equally transparent girlfriend floating above the room, Bones’s best friend, Spade, was here. So was Ian, the vampire who sired Bones; Mencheres, his young-looking vampire version of a grandfather; his girlfriend, Kira; and my best friend, Denise. She was the only one in the room with a heartbeat, making her seem human to anyone who didn’t know better. Our guest list was small, because inviting everyone Bones knew for an extended birthday/holiday bash would require me renting a football stadium. Therefore, only Bones’s closest companions were present.
Well, all except one.
“Anybody heard from Annette?” I whispered to Denise when she left Bones’s side and returned to mine.
She shook her head. “Spade tried her twenty minutes ago, but she didn’t answer her cell.”
“Wonder what’s keeping her.”
Annette might not be my favorite person, considering her previous, centuries-long “friends with benefits” relationship with Bones, but she’d be last on the list of people I’d expect to skip his birthday party. Her ties with Bones went all the way back to when both of them were human, and in fairness, Annette seemed to have accepted that her position in his life was now firmly in the “friends without benefits” category.
“She flew in from London to be here,” Denise noted. “Seems odd that she’d decide a thirty-minute car commute was too much.”
“What’s this?” Bones asked, making his way over.
I waved a hand, not wanting to spoil the festive mood. “Nothing. Annette must be running behind.”
“Some bloke rang her right before we left the hotel. She said she’d catch up with us,” Spade said, coming to stand behind Denise. With his great height, her head was barely even with his shoulders, but neither of them seemed to mind. Black hair spilled across his face as he leaned down to kiss her neck.
“Why am I the only one without someone to snog?” Ian muttered, giving me an accusatory glance. “Knew I should’ve brought a date.”
“You didn’t get to bring a date because the type of girl you’d pick would want to liven things up with a group orgy before cutting the cake,” I pointed out.
His smile was shameless. “Exactly.”
I rolled my eyes. “Deal with not being the cen-ter of slutty attention for once, Ian. It’ll do you good.”
“No it won’t,” he said, shuddering as if in horror. “Think I’ll go to the hotel and see what’s taking Annette.”
Denise snorted. “Way to make do with who’s available.”
I bit back my laugh with difficulty. Denise’s opinion of Ian—and Annette—was even worse than my own, but that didn’t make her wrong. Still, out of respect for both of them being Bones’s friends, I contained my snicker.
Far from being offended, Ian archly rose his brows. “Just following the American adage about turning a frown upside-down.”
Mencheres, ever the tactful one, chose that moment to glide over. “Perhaps we should turn our attention to gifts.”
Bones clapped Ian on the back. “Don’t take too long, mate.”
“I’ll try to limit myself to an hour,” Ian replied with a straight face.
“Pig,” I couldn’t help but mutter. Hey, I’d tried to rein myself in! If vampires could still get diseases, I’d wish a festering case of herpes on him, but I suppose it was a good thing that Ian’s ability to carry or transmit STDs died with his humanity.
Ian left, chuckling to himself the whole time.
Bones’s arm slid across my shoulders, his fingers stroking my flesh along the way. I’d worn a backless halter dress, because I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist that bare expanse of skin, and I was right. Heat spilled over my emotions in its own caress as Bones dropped his shields so I could access his feelings. The tie that existed between us wasn’t only forged in love. It was also the blood-deep, eternal link between a vampire and their sire. Bones had changed me from a half-vampire into a mostly-full one, and ever since, I could tap into his emotions like they were an extension of my own. There had been some serious drawbacks to my changing over, but I’d do it again just to have that level of intimacy between us.
Of course, that wasn’t the only undead perk. The ability to heal instantly, fly, and mesmerize people didn’t suck, either.
“Do you know how lovely you look?” he asked, his voice deepening in timber. Hints of glowing green appeared in his dark brown eyes, a visual cue of his appreciation.
I leaned in to whisper my reply. “Tell me later, when everyone’s gone.”
His laugh was low and promising. “That I will, Kitten.”