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stairs.
    He grabbed her arm to stop her. “If ye hate us, why have ye taken a job to protect us?”
    She pulled away and started ascending the stairs. “I don’t hate you. And I have my reasons.”
    “What reasons?” He stumbled on a step with his new size thirteen feet.
    She glanced back. “Why are you following me? Don’t you need to go to the basement and…die?”
    “I’m no’ sleeping there.”
    “But I’ve seen your coffin down there.” She gave him a wry look. “It looks so cozy.”
    “Then ye sleep in it.”
    “Over my dead body. Oh, wait a minute. It’s your dead body. In about five minutes. So I’d better hurry.” She jogged up the rest of the stairs.
    Smart ass. His gaze slid down to her round, firm rump, so deliciously defined in black spandex. It was enough to turn him back into a biter. He followed her, watching her hips sway as she strode down the hall. She stopped at a door on the right.
    He paused beside her. “I outgrew it.”
    “What? Your ego?”
    “Lass, ye doona need to carry a weapon. Yer tongue can slash a man to shreds.”
    She smiled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
    “I outgrew my coffin. I’m five inches taller than when I was last here.”
    Her eyes widened. “Connor mentioned that you’d grown, but I didn’t quite believe it. I thought vampires were always stuck at the age when they died.”
    “That is true, normally. But I aged twelve years over the summer.”
    “Oh.” Her mouth quirked. “Welcome to puberty.”
    He planted a hand on the wall beside her and leaned forward. “Ye saw under my kilt. Ye know I’m a grown man.”
    She lifted her chin in a defiant gesture, but her cheeks turned a pale pink. “I’m trying very hard to wipe that unfortunate incident from my memory.”
    He smiled slowly. “Let me know if ye succeed.”
    Her blush deepened. “Mr. MacPhie, I should remind—”
    “Call me Ian. Is Toni yer full name?”
    “No. Look, I’m trying to talk to you since I estimate in about three minutes, you’ll keel over dead.”
    “If I do, will ye put me to bed?”
    “This sort of talk is not appropriate—”
    “Is yer name Antonia?”
    Her eyes darkened. “No.”
    “Tonatella? Tonisha?”
    “No.”
    “Toni Baloney?”
    Her mouth twitched. “I’m trying to be serious.”
    “Me, too.” He let his gaze wander over her. “I’m dead serious.”
    She snorted. “Mr. MacPhie, I signed a contract two nights ago, and it clearly stated that I am not to become involved with anyone I’m guarding.”
    His heart stuttered, and it wasn’t caused by the rising sun. “I dinna realize we were involved.”
    “We’re not!” She huffed. “But you are flirting with me, and it has to stop.”
    He blinked. He was flirting? He’d been more tempted to wring her neck than seduce her. “Ye think I was flirting?”
    “Well, yes.”
    He leaned closer. “Did ye like it?”
    “You’re still doing it.”
    He smiled lazily. “Sweetheart, I can do it all night long.”
    “The night is over.” She turned and grabbed the doorknob. “Good night, Mr. MacPhie.”
    He stepped back. He wouldn’t let her rejection bother him. Why should it bother him? “I wasna being serious. Ye need no’ worry about me pestering you. I am looking for true love, but only with a lady Vamp.”
    She released the doorknob and turned toward him. “Then you believe dead women are better than live ones?”
    “I dinna say that. But I am better suited for a Vamp.”
    “Really? Are the live ones too hot for you to handle?”
    Was she challenging him? “I havena met a woman yet that I couldna handle.”
    “Right.” She eyed him warily. “You probably used vampire mind control on them.”
    Damn, but she knew exactly where to plunge in the knife. “Aye, I used mind control. And they loved it. It made their orgasms stronger.” He arched a brow. “Would ye like a demonstration?”
    Her eyes seethed with anger. “I’d like you to go away. And die.” She opened her bedroom