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as I hobbled beyond the library but I could still hear Angie say, “Did you get attacked and hurt your knee again? Drop and roll, Colby.”
    “Drop and roll, Colby,” I muttered to myself, mimicking Angie’s well-intended advice. “Yeah, like I didn’t think after I was punched—You should try to drop and roll when someone is swinging a sword at you and generally trying to pound you into the ground.”
    I continued to mutter to myself as I entered the living room and plopped down on one of the oversize couches. I arranged a pillow under my knee and leaned back against the armrest with a sigh.
    “I heard you forgot to drop and roll.” My aunt came up behind me and peered over the back of the couch.
    “Piper?” I asked wearily.
    “No, Angie. Piper seemed to be in a mood. Did you two have a fight?”
    I watched her as she examined my knee; then, with a satisfied hmmph , she sat down on the coffee table next to me instead of choosing one of the fluffy chairs. Aunt Chloe hated fluffy furniture.
    “A difference in taste, or maybe not,” I said mysteriously.
    My aunt chuckled appreciatively. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say a boy was involved.”
    I gaped at her in surprise. “How could you know that?”
    “Really, Colby, what else is there for two young women to argue about? It’s not like you borrow each other’s clothes or something.”
    “It’s not like that. See, we were cornered in the shopping center parking garage and some vamps attacked us. Except they were different than regular vampires. They were sort of falling apart and smelled horrendous.”
    I wrinkled my nose at the memory of the sour-milk odor. “They were out to eliminate us and when I staked them, they dissolved into this toxic goo. I was on my last guy when I slipped on his buddy and went down hard. Piper saved the day and staked him.”
    Aunt Chloe’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
    “Yeah, I know . Anyway, when the fight was all over, some big, hunky biker dude showed up to help me off the ground.” I paused a moment for dramatic effect.
    “What happened then?” Aunt Chloe insisted.
    I answered triumphantly:
    “Piper threw up on his boots.” I smiled at the memory. That should impress the guy.
    “Shame on you, Colby Blanchard,” she scolded. “You know how hard that must have been for poor Piper. Now about this boy—did he see the fight?”
    I shook my head. “No. At least I’m pretty sure he didn’t. I mean, if you saw a vampire brawl in a secluded garage, I doubt you would hang around to help the winner. No matter how strong you were.”
    “So he was strong?” Aunt Chloe said shrewdly.
    I squirmed a bit. “Yeah, pretty strong. He carried me to the backseat of Piper’s car.”
    “Sounds like he was a very nice biker dude,” she commented.
    “Well, okay, I’ll give you that but I think he was following me all day. I mean, everywhere I looked, he seemed to be there.”
    “You don’t see many biker dudes hanging out at Westlake Center. At least, not in the stores,” she conceded.
    “Well, he might not be a biker dude, per se. He’s just really tall and broad, like a linebacker. Long, dark hair, about shoulder length. He wore a black duster and biker boots.” I remembered the feel of his chest when he held me. “Very solidly built.”
    “I see,” Aunt Chloe murmured, a twinkle in her eye.
    “No, you don’t see anything,” I said, correctly interpreting the look. “He’s trouble, Aunt Chloe, I mean it.”
    “Vampire?” she asked seriously.
    “No, just a guy. Smelled like oatmeal raisin cookies, but I’m sure he’s trouble.”
    “Of course he is, dear. Just seems like he might be the kind of trouble Piper wouldn’t mind getting into?” she suggested as she stood up. “And maybe her best friend should be a little more supportive.”
    “Over some guy she’ll never see again? They didn’t exchange digits or anything. They don’t even know each other’s last name. Why do I always have to take