Jane Bites Back_ A Novel - Michael Thomas Ford [105]
“I’ll think about it,” she said quickly, before she could change her mind. “In the meantime, stay away from Lucy. I suppose you’ve figured out she isn’t really one of us.”
“I have,” said Byron. “But it was a good ploy.”
“Thank you,” Jane said. “But I mean it—stay away from her.”
“What if I promise not to turn her?” Byron asked. “I have to say, I’m rather fond of her. She has quite a spirit.”
“Don’t make me change my mind,” Jane threatened. “Now go. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”
Byron nodded good night and disappeared into the shadows. Jane herded Jasper back into the kitchen, where he stopped to get a drink. Jane continued on to the living room. Only when she saw Walter sitting there did she remember that she’d run away from what was certain to be bad news.
“That was a long pee,” Walter remarked.
“Wasn’t it?” said Jane. Her mind had gone fuzzy, and she couldn’t think straight. He’s going to dump me, she thought. She sat down and kept her hands in her lap, afraid to reach for Walter’s hand lest he pull away from her.
“As I was saying,” Walter said. He cleared his throat. “This is harder than I expected.”
“You don’t have to—” said Jane.
“Yes, I do,” Walter said. “It’s something I should have said a long time ago.”
Jane’s heart fluttered wildly. All of a sudden she felt not like a woman of 234 but like a girl of 18. All of her years of experience disappeared in an instant. Lifetimes no longer mattered. Walter was about to break her heart as if it were the very first time.
“I love you,” Walter said.
Jane stared at him. What did he just say? she asked herself.
“I know you don’t want to hear that,” said Walter. He was speaking quickly, stumbling over his words in an uncharacteristically anxious way. “I know I’m probably going to scare you off. But it’s true, Jane. I do love you. And if that frightens you, then I can accept—”
“I love you too,” said Jane, stopping him.
He looked at her for a long time. “You do?”
Jane nodded. “I do,” she repeated.
Walter opened his mouth, then closed it again. He repeated this several times.
“You’re looking a bit like a fish,” Jane teased.
“I’m afraid if I talk I’ll wake up,” said Walter.
Jane took his hand in hers. “You won’t wake up,” she said. “Unless, of course, you mean in my bed in the morning.”
Walter stood up, pulling Jane to her feet. He took her in his arms and kissed her for a long time. When he broke away he continued to hold her against him. She looked into his eyes, seeing in them everything she’d been longing for.
“Jane Fairfax,” Walter said, “are you propositioning me?”
“Yes, Walter Fletcher,” said Jane. “That’s exactly what I’m doing.”
Walter kissed her again. “It’s about time,” he said, taking her by the hand and leading her toward the stairs.
Acknowledgments
Many thanks to Liz Scheier (for starting it), Caitlin Alexander (for finishing it), Mitchell Waters (for championing it), John Scognamiglio (for loaning me out), and Patrick Crowe and the Fur People (for everything else).
About the Author
MICHAEL THOMAS FORD is the author of numerous books, including the novels What We Remember, Suicide Notes, Changing Tides, Full Circle, Looking for It, and Last Summer. Visit him at www.michaelthomasford.com.
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Hollywood VIPs have descended on Jane’s sleepy town in upstate New York to film the movie version of Constance. As if that’s not bad enough, a terribly intrusive team of cameramen has been following Jane around, filming her every move for a reality TV show Of course, the Janeites have decided to hold their annual convention in Brakeston at the same time, and there are never fewer than ten women in period costumes trailing behind Jane or peering in her windows. Dear Walter has been asked to restore a house for the movie set, so he’s off in his own world of special plasters and varnished wood. Meanwhile, Byron insists on teaching Jane a few new vampire