Chapter 74

“Jimmy!” I jogged over to greet him.

“Dude, it fucking sucks to be your friend!” He looked me up and down.

I jerked to a standstill. “What?”

“I can’t even hug you!”

“Since when has that mattered to you?”

“Ty, if anyone could use a hug, it’s you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Look at your place.”

I turned around and studied my home. “Yeah?” It looked fine to me.

“Small, are you nuts? It’s almost Easter, and you haven’t got a single egg or bunny or chickie on your lawn.”

“Uh…yeah. I guess I don’t.”

“Your dad would be so ashamed. He’s had all the decorations up for the past two weeks!”

That was another thing Dad was a big proponent of: decorating the house and yard for each holiday.

“I…I’ve been busy with classes,” I offered weakly. I couldn’t tell my best friend I’d had little desire to do anything beyond feed a vampyre. Well, one vampyre in particular. “I just haven’t had the time—”

“Bullshit. You still aren’t over that guy, are you?”