'What about Dermot? Does Dermot strip, too?' Kennedy asked hopefully. They've helped me out a lot,' I said weakly. 'I don't mind having him and Dermot around the house.

I'd very recently and reluctantly allowed him back into my house after we'd had an argument, in fact. I liked Dermot a lot better than I liked Claude. maybe because I'd told him how I felt about bare-assed relatives. Dermot lived with me, too, but Dermot was more modest in his habits. Claude, with his long black hair, brooding face, and rippling abs, was absolutely mouthwatering. Though the spectacularly handsome Claude was my cousin-and I certainly kept my clothes on around the house-the fairy attitude about nudity was totally casual. Also, my half-fairy great-uncle Dermot, a carbon copy of my brother, came along for the heck of it.' The fae, unlike the vampires and the werewolves, wanted to keep their existence a deep secret.Īlso, Michele's assumption that I'd never seen Claude naked was incorrect. The plumbing fiction was simply better than saying, 'My cousin's a fairy, and he needs the company of other fairies, since he's in exile. 'How long can it take to put in new plumbing?'Ĭlaude's Monroe house's plumbing was in fine shape as far as I knew. 'Yeah, when's his place gonna be ready for him to move back?' Tara asked. 'Even if you get to see Claude around the house all the time. 'You gotta at least be curious,' Michele said, raising her voice to be heard over the clamor.

I'd only spoken the truth: I'd been dating Eric Northman for a while Kennedy and Danny Prideaux had gotten pretty intense Michele and Jason were practically living together Tara was married and pregnant, for gosh sakes and Holly was engaged to Hoyt Fortenberry, who barely stopped in at his own apartment any longer. Though I hadn't been trying to be funny, my friends shrieked with laughter. 'Unless I missed a page, we all get to see guys naked, on a regular basis,' I said. 'Hey, I want to see some cute guys naked, don't you?' Kennedy said. 'Danny doesn't mind?' She'd been waffling the very afternoon before.

'I'm glad you decided to come, Kennedy,' I said. Kennedy had been first runner-up to Miss Louisiana a few years ago, and despite her stint in prison she'd retained her spectacular looks and grooming, including teeth that could blind an oncoming bus.

'The Sook-ee,' Kennedy called, and grinned at me. Kennedy and Michele, my brother's girlfriend, sat on the other side of the table. My very pregnant friend Tara sat to my right, and Holly, who worked at Sam Merlotte's bar like me and Kennedy Keyes, sat on my left. But it was Ladies Only night at Hooligans, we'd planned this excursion for days, and the bar was full of hooting and hollering women determined to have a good time. The last thing I wanted to do was to sit in a crowded bar to watch my cousin get naked. It was hot as the six shades of Hell even this late in the evening, and I'd had a busy day at work.

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