Here’s a little something to tide you over. All mistakes are my own.
“Is she coming back tonight?” Pam asked after her latest adoring fan slithered away.
He shook his head. “No. She’s working.”
“When are you leaving for Bon Temps?” She smiled.
“Shut up, Pam.”
She did but it didn’t erase the smug look on her face.
* * * *
Kneeling by the side of the couch, he inhaled deeply and held it. Sookie’s scent clung to the leather like morning dew on a blade of grass. He could almost taste her.
She wasn’t coming back, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t go to her. It was just before midnight.
“Pam, I’m leaving early tonight,” he said on his way past her.
Pam only smiled. The satisfaction of being right would make her a pain in the ass for a while, but he didn’t care.
I think you will be happy to know I am currently working on a rewrite of All Together Dead. After that? Well, let’s just say I’ve got a few brainstorming ideas I’m working on with some very giving readers. 🙂