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“How’d you come to settle here?” I asked.

“I’d passed through the area,” he said. “I was in the army for four years.”

“You were?” I couldn’t believe I hadn’t known that.

“Yeah,” he said. “I didn’t know what I wanted to do in my life, so I joined when I was eighteen. My mom cried and my dad swore since I’d been accepted to a college, but I’d made up my mind. I was about the stubbornest teenager on the planet.”

“Where’d you grow up?”

“At least partly in Wright, Texas,” he said. “Outside of Fort Worth. Way outside of Fort Worth. It wasn’t any bigger than Bon Temps. We moved around all during my childhood, though, because my dad was in the service himself. He got out when I was about fourteen, and my mom’s family was in Wright, so that’s where we went.”

“Was it hard settling down after moving so much?” I’d never lived anywhere but Bon Temps.

“It was great,” he said. “I was so ready to stay in one place. I hadn’t realized how hard it would be to find my own niche in a group of kids who’d grown up together, but I was able to take care of myself. I played baseball and basketball, so I found my place. Then I joined the army. Go figure.”

I was fascinated. “Are your mom and dad still in Wright?” I asked. “It must have been hard for him in the military, with him being a shifter.” Since Sam was a shapeshifter, I knew without him having to tell me that he was the first-born child of pure-blooded shapeshifters.

“Yeah, the full moons were a bitch. There was an herbal drink his Irish grandmother used to make. He learned how to make it himself. It was foul beyond belief, but he drank it on full moons when he had to be on duty and had to be seen all night, and that helped him maintain. . . . But you didn’t want to be around him the next day. Dad passed away about six years ago, left me a chunk of money. I’d always liked this area, and this bar was up for sale. It seemed like a good way to invest the money.”

“And your mom?”

“She’s still in Wright. She married again about two years after Dad died. He’s a good enough guy. He’s regular.” Not a shifter or any kind of supernatural. “So there’s a limit to how close I can get to him,” Sam said.

“Your mom’s a full-blood. Surely he suspects.”

“He’s willfully blind, I think. She has to go out for her evening run, she says, or she’s spending the night with her sister in Waco, or she’s driving over to visit me, or some other excuse.”

“Must be hard to maintain.”

“I would never try to do that. I almost married a regular girl once, while I was in the service. But I just couldn’t marry someone and keep that big a secret. It saves my sanity, having someone to talk to about it, Sookie.” He smiled at me, and I appreciated the trust he was showing. “If the Weres announce, then we’ll all go public. It’ll be a great burden off me.”

We both knew there would be new problems to face, but there wasn’t any need to talk about future trouble. Trouble always came at its own pace.

“You got any sisters or brothers?” I asked.

“One of each. My sister is married with two kids, and my brother is still single. He’s a great guy.” Sam was smiling and his face looked more relaxed than I’d ever seen. “Craig’s getting married in the spring, he says,” Sam went on. “Maybe you can go to the wedding with me.”

I was so astonished I didn’t know what to say, and I was very flattered and pleased. “That sounds like fun. Tell me when you know the date,” I said. Sam and I had gone out, once, and it had been very pleasant; but it was in the midst of my problems with Bill and the evening had never been repeated.

Sam nodded casually, and the little jolt of tension that had run through me evaporated. After all, this was Sam, my boss, and come to think of it, also one of my best friends. He’d clicked into that slot during the past year. I got up. I had my purse, and I pulled on my jacket.

“Did you get an invitation for the Fangtasia Halloween party this year?” he asked.

“No. After the last party they invited me to, they might not want me to come back,” I said.