Page 104 of Good Vampires Go to Heaven

Regina wasn’t sure about that. First of all, could she make a living from it? Plus, she wondered if she shouldn’t go to school to learn, not just a trade, but everyday things. Regina had never been to school. Ever.

Tante Lulu left an hour later after also leaving her a tray of homemade cinnamon buns. Regina had commented, “I thought Cajuns were more into beignets and pralines and sweets like that.”

“We are, but I just had a yen fer cinnamon buns t’day. It was almost lak St. Jude was tellin’ me ta make ’em.”

Uh-huh!

“They give me heartburn.”

Me, too.

Just before she left, Tante Lulu looked up at the sky. “I think a storm mus’ be comin’. I smell rain.”

Yeah, Regina did, too. All the time.

Beau showed up then to help her fix the bed frame in the cottage’s single bedroom. While he was inside, and Regina was putting the cinnamon buns into a plastic container, she heard another car approach.

What was it today with all these visitors?

She went out on the porch that faced the bayou and noticed that this time it was a Jeep-type vehicle that had arrived.

And it was Zeb.

Her heart skipped a beat, then went into overdrive.

“Do you have any idea how much trouble I’ve had finding you?”

Not enough! Oh, Lord, I think I’m going to have a heart attack.

“There are no signs on this frickin’ one-lane bayou road.”

It’s the South, idiot. What did you expect? Be still, heart. Be still.

“And I couldn’t ask anyone where you live because you never told me your last name. Do you have a last name?”

I do now. Regina Dorasdottir. Regina HeartRacingLikeaNASCAR. Regina Ithoughtyouwouldnevercome.

“Some crazy old lady . . . a Cajun yenta . . . in a purple convertible almost ran me off the road.”

Good!

“And I’m getting a sunburn.”

No more pretty vangel suntans!

“I thought you were back in Israel with your wife and children, running a vineyard.”

“Huh? There is no vineyard there anymore.” He tilted his head to the side, then seemed to understand. “You thought . . . no, that was never an option. I can explain—”

“Don’t bother.” Please do.

“Hi, Thor! What’s up? Met any Cajun kitties yet?”

Go ahead, Thor. Pee on his boot. No, no, I didn’t mean lick. Traitor!

“Doucet, what the hell are you doing here?”

Regina turned to see Beau standing in the doorway, grinning like a loon. He gave Zeb a little wave.