Sam rolled his eyes. He'd followed Jackie home the last night after the bite. To be honest, he'd wanted more than a bite, but she stank of Heaven, and he was curious to see what she'd be like after a shower-granted, she hadn't showered yet, but she'd certainly cleaned up nice. He lowered his sunglasses down, whistling. "Hey, Angel boy. I was here first." He had camped out in the living room, in a chair in the dimmest corner. He wore a t-shirt, jeans, and had a coat slung over an arm over the overstuffed chair, and had a sharp look in his gray eyes, one that was decidedly not pleasant.