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hours. Her jeans and the soft leather boots molded lovingly to her legs gave testimony of the length and muscle tone of them. She was any man’s wet dream and a vampire’s worse nightmare rolled into one lovely woman. And he was very afraid this little slip of a human was what he feared more than anything in his entire fourteen hundred year existence. She was someone he had hoped never to meet.
    Aaron was terrified that the woman who had begged for him to end her life was actually his life mate, and he was in no hurry to confirm that possibility.
    There were several ways vampires knew their other half, their mate. Blood exchange was the most well known, and the quickest way to confirm what most of them knew. Sex, while the most enjoyable of the three ways, was also not the most reliable. The act of completion, during which both parties achieved release during intercourse, opened doorways to each other’s minds through telepathy, and an emotional bond was formed so tightly that one knew the feelings of the other at all times, including the death of one of them. Smell, the least reliable, was usually what lured the couple together to facilitate one, or both, of the other two. But when older vampires, and Aaron was one, got a strong aroma from their potential mate, it usually turned out they were the one meant for them. And Aaron knew as surely as he was sitting with her in his arms, she wouldn’t be any happier about it than he was.
    With a scent as powerful as Sara’s, how could he possibly doubt that she was the one?

~ CHAPTER THREE~
     
    Aaron walked into the kitchen just as Duncan was closing one of the multitudes of cabinets. There were bags everywhere and more boxes than should have been necessary to hold groceries for one woman. All were marked with the logo of one of the local markets. He noticed a huge bowl of fruit on the tile counter. He picked up one of the oranges and put it to his nose.
    The smell of citrus exploded in his senses. Feelings of sunshine on his skin and warmth, laughter ringing in his ears, and happiness moved through him. Memories. The wonderful memories of Christmas mornings as a child celebrating the season with his family.
    He and his little sister would pour their meager stockings on the floor. The sounds of small toys, wooden and tin clanking together as they rummaged for the small gifts. And at the toe, a single orange, a rare treat in both the season and their poor household.
    “ Has Miss Temple woken up yet, Duncan?” he asked as the emotions of the flashback receded.
    “ Not, my lord, at least not for overly long. I do believe she has used the bathroom twice since her arrival. The monitor sounded when she entered that room earlier. I did find her on the bedroom floor near the bed just this morning, sir, and I did put her back into it. However, the next time I went up, she was on the floor again, only across the room this time. I left her there. She must not have found any comfort in the big bed for some reason.”
    It would bother Duncan, Aaron thought, that Sara was not in a proper bed. Knowing Duncan, he would probably purchase a new mattress if he believed that the old one had offended someone. Aaron smiled at his dear friend.
    “ Maybe the bed is too soft for her wound. Have you gotten the food supplies I asked you to?”
    Aaron knew that he could depend on Duncan; he had been doing that since they had rescued one another in the early eighteen hundreds. Both men starving, one for food, the other for blood, they had provided each other with what they needed most. Duncan had been his daywalker and protector since.
    “ Of course, my lord, you did ask me to.”
    Aaron felt his lips twitch at the look the man gave him. Prudently, he did not laugh at him. Duncan could be sensitive about such things.
    “ Yes, I know, but when was the last time food was brought into a household that you and I were living in?” While he did not feed from Duncan, a bond had formed between them in