Jack looked her over for a moment when she pushed back her hair. The exact same face that had said goodbye to him sixteen years ago. The exact same face. Damnit, was everyone around him going to be turned into a vampire before he turned forty? Who was next, Pat?
"Obviously not," Jack said, his expression neutral for the moment. "Although you and Mere have a lot more in common now." There was no way on this fucking planet he was inviting her into his home now, and, technically, Mere *couldn't* even if she was around. So, this was up to him.
"So, what is this? Give our daughter pointers on being a blood sucking vampire, Louise?" Jack asked. "I don't think she needs them, but thanks for the offer."