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before. Whenever I saw him at the station, all I could smell were stale croissants (the doughnut thing is a
myth) and old coffee.

He hurried out of my kitchen and stopped dead when he saw me. His jaw sagged and he made a
motion toward the gun in his shoulder holster.

тАЬOh,thatтАЩs nice,тАЭ I snapped. тАЬDonтАЩt you dare pull a gun on me in my own house. And whereтАЩs your
warrant?тАЭ
 тАЬI didnтАЩt need one, seeing as how youтАЩre dead.тАЭ

тАЬBoy, Jessica just couldnтАЩtwait to tell you, could she?тАЭ IтАЩd strangle her the next time I saw her. I said
my undeath wasnтАЩt a secret, but I didnтАЩt mean she should run to the cops first thing. Her matchmaking
was going to be the end of me. Well, probably not. тАЬThat jerkтАжfriends are such a mixed blessing.тАЭ

тАЬI didnтАЩt believe herтАФfigured it was a rotten jokeтАФbut promised her IтАЩd check it out. Did you know
itтАЩs against the law to fake your own death? The D.A.тАШs gonna be pissed.тАЭ

тАЬBelieve it or not, Nick, that is theleast of my problems right now.тАЭ

HeтАЩd been staring at me while we talked, and as I kicked off my tennis shoes he crossed the room. To
my complete astonishment, he pulled me into his arms like a hero in a romance novel.

тАЬGod,тАЭ he said, staring into my eyes. We were exactly the same height, so it was a little unnerving. His
eyes were light brown, with green flecks. His pupils were huge. тАЬYouтАЩre so beautiful.тАЭ

I was still frozen with amazement. Nick had touched me a few timesтАФmostly to shake my hand, and
once our fingers brushed when he handed me a Milky WayтАФbut heтАЩd always been cool, pleasant, and
nice. Nice Guy nice. I had sensed zero interest, which is why IтАЩd never pursued himтАФand why JessicaтАЩs
hints and intimations were so annoying. But nowтАФ

тАЬGod,тАЭ he said again, and kissed me. Except it was more like he was trying to swallow me. His tongue
shoved into my mouth and suddenly I was breathing his breath. This was startling, but not unpleasant.
Then: тАЬOw!тАЭ He jerked back and touched his lower lip, where a tiny drop of blood welled. тАЬYou bit
me.тАЭ

тАЬSorryтАФyou thtartled me. I mean, you took me by thurprise. Oh, thit.тАЭ I couldnot look away from that
tiny little crimson drop. It gleamed. It beckoned. It begged to be tasted. тАЬNick, you thould go. Right
now.тАЭ

тАЬBut youтАЩre so beautiful,тАЭ he whispered, and kissed me again, more gently. I tasted his blood, and that
was that. Had I thought I was thirsty before? The strongest, most compelling craving I had ever known
completely took me over. I kissed him back, sucked on his lower lip, and then we were tearing at each
otherтАЩs clothes like a couple of horny teenagers. I heard the тАШclunkтАЩ of his holster hitting the floor, heard
the jingle of the coins in his pockets as his slacks hit the floor in a polyester puddle, heard the r├╝├╝├╝├╝├╝├╝p
that meant IтАЩd need to buy a newтАЩt-shirt. I had no idea what had happened to my leggings. He could
have eaten them for all I would have noticed.

I tore my mouth from his, jerked his face to the side, and bit him on the side of the neck. I wasnтАЩt
remotely horrified. There was no reticence at all, no maidenly shrinking at the thought of drinking his
blood like it was a Cosmopolitan. I couldnтАЩt wait. IwouldnтАЩt wait.