But Bonnie's mind was running on another track.
"So Damon didn't necessarily do all those awful things you said he did," she said shrewdly.
"Like killing Yangtze and hurting Vickie and murdering Mr. Tanner, and all.
I told you nobody that gorgeous could be a psycho killer."
"I think," said Meredith with a glance at Elena, "that you had better forget about Damon as a love interest.
"And I thought I liked to make a dramatic entrance," she said.
"Very funny, Damon. Now let's go."
"With two such beautiful friends of yours right here?" Damon smiled again at Bonnie and Meredith. "Besides, I only just got here. Won't somebody be polite and ask me in?"
Bonnie's brown eyes, fixed helplessly on his face, softened a bit.
Her lips, which had been parted in horror, parted further. Elena recognized the signs of imminent meltdown.
Damon gave in with good grace, shooting one last amused glance toward Bonnie before disappearing from the window. Bonnie and Meredith both started forward in alarm as he did, obviously concerned that he had just fallen to his death.
"I don't see why anybody's going to be screaming," said Bonnie. "Nothing's going to happen there."
"Well, maybe not, but it doesn't hurt to be safe," Meredith said. "What do you think?"
Elena nodded slowly. "It makes sense." She looked around for objections, but Stefan just shrugged, and Damon murmured something that made Bonnie laugh.