Page 82 of Vampires, Whiskey, and Southern Charm

My jaw dropped. But I didn’t feel any different. I was still me. One hundred percent. My mind shuffled, doing a sanity check.

I still loved my family, loved running the Rooster and slinging whiskey. I loved living in Leiper’s Fork and watching the customers sing with Big Barney every Friday night. I still thought Thomas was an idiot and Maybell was a brat, whom I’d never stop loving. I still admired Uncle Jimmie, who was probably freaking the heck out right now after hearing about tonight. I still missed Deedee but felt incredibly lucky because I had my daddy back, which made Mamma so very, very happy.

I was happy, and nothing had changed.

I stared back at Stark, watching the magnificent blue and green swirls in his pale eyes. I loved him. That was new, but a welcome change.

I placed my hand over my beating heart.So vampires have heartbeats.

I smiled, gazing into the loving face of my handsome vampire. “I can work with this.”

THE END