From Dead to Worse

way to the serving hatch. “That gal is a deep well.”
    “Why do you say that?”
    “She’s living out at Hotshot, rooming with some of the women out there,” Holly said. Of all the regular citizens of Bon Temps, Holly was one of the few who knew that there were such creatures as Weres and shifters. I didn’t know if she’d discovered that the residents of Hotshot were werepanthers, but she knew they were inbred and strange, because that was a byword in Renard Parish. And she considered Tanya (a werefox) guilty by association, or at least suspicious by association.
    I had a stab of genuine anxiety. I thought, Tanya and Sam could change together. Sam would enjoy that. He could even change into a fox himself, if he wanted to.
    It was a huge effort to smile at my customers after I’d had that idea. I was ashamed when I realized I should be happy to see someone interested in Sam, someone who could appreciate his true nature. It didn’t say much for me that I wasn’t happy at all. But she wasn’t good enough for him, and I’d warned him about her.
    Tanya returned from the hallway leading to Sam’s office and went out the front door, not looking as confident as she’d gone in. I smiled at her back. Ha! Sam came out to pull beers. He didn’t seem nearly as cheerful.
    That wiped the smile off my face. While I served Sheriff Bud Dearborn and Alcee Beck their lunch (Alcee glowering at me all the while), I worried about that. I decided to take a peek in Sam’s head, because I was getting better at aiming my talent in certain ways. It was also easier to block it off and keep it out of my everyday activities now that I’d bonded with Eric, though I hated to admit that. It’s not nice to flit around in someone else’s thoughts, but I’ve always been able to do it, and it was just second nature.
    I know that’s a lame excuse. But I was used to knowing, not to wondering. Shifters are harder to read than regular people, and Sam was hard even for a shifter, but I got that he was frustrated, uncertain, and thoughtful.
    Then I was horrified at my own audacity and lack of manners. Sam had risked his life for me the night before. He had saved my life. And here I was, rummaging around in his head like a kid in a box full of toys. Shame made my cheeks flush, and I lost the thread of what the gal at my table was saying until she asked me gently if I felt all right. I snapped out of it and focused and took her order for chili and crackers and a glass of sweet tea. Her friend, a woman in her fifties, asked for a hamburger Lafayette and a side salad. I got her choice of dressing and beer, and shot off to the hatch to turn in the order. I nodded at the tap when I stood by Sam, and he handed me the beer a second later. I was too rattled to talk to him. He shot me a curious glance.
    I was glad to leave the bar when my shift was up. Holly and I turned over to Arlene and Danielle, and grabbed our purses. We emerged into near-darkness. The security lights were already on. It was going to rain later, and clouds obscured the stars. We could hear Carrie Underwood singing on the jukebox, faintly. She wanted Jesus to take the wheel. That seemed like a real good idea.
    We stood by our cars for a moment in the parking lot. The wind was blowing, and it was downright chilly.
    “I know Jason is Hoyt’s best friend,” Holly said. Her voice sounded uncertain, and though her face was hard to decipher, I knew she wasn’t sure I’d want to hear what she was going to say. “I’ve always liked Hoyt. He was a good guy in high school. I guess—I hope you don’t really get mad at me—I guess what stopped me from dating him earlier was his being so tight with Jason.”
    I didn’t know how to respond. “You don’t like Jason,” I said finally.
    “Oh, sure, I like Jason. Who doesn’t? But is he good for Hoyt? Can Hoyt be happy if that cord between them is weaker? ’Cause I can’t think about getting closer to Hoyt unless I believe he can stick with me the way he’s always stuck with Jason. You can see what I mean.”
    “Yes,” I said. “I love my brother. But I know Jason isn’t really in the habit of thinking about the welfare of other people.” And that was putting it mildly.
    Holly said, “I like you. I don’t want to hurt your feelings. But I figured you’d know, anyway.”
    “Yeah, I kinda did,” I said. “I like you, too, Holly. You’re a good mother. You’ve worked hard to take care of your kid. You’re on good