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impressive how Piper barfing on his boots hadn’t fazed him and how carrying a total stranger to her car was no big deal. And really, what gal isn’t a little enthralled when a man can sweep her up in his arms so effortlessly? That’s why firefighters are such popular fantasy fodder. This guy was definitely hot on so many levels, but I sensed he could be dangerous as well.
    “I’m Colby and this is Piper.”
    He smiled at Piper, flashing a dimple in his left cheek, and I could practically hear her purr. It was disgusting. And sadly, I felt a little purr coming on myself when I felt his chest muscles ripple as he carefully lowered me to the ground so I could get in the backseat of Piper’s car.
    I love my boyfriend, who is one fine specimen of manliness, but this Hunter was built like a linebacker. He would probably give Carl a run for his money. Thomas was all packed energy in a wiry soccer body. This expanse of warm flesh was a tantalizing experience.
    I curbed such thoughts when I looked at Piper. She was shooting daggers at me. I was no poker player. Very bad at hiding my emotions. I smiled at her weakly as I slid in the backseat and she retaliated by slamming the door a little harder than necessary.
    Piper quickly slipped into the car. I couldn’t help but wonder how many words were exchanged before she got in. We couldn’t possibly see this guy again, surely Piper knew that?
    Once we exited the garage I ventured the topic.
    “You know Piper, about this Hunter guy—”
    “Don’t. Stop right there,” she cut me off.
    I sighed deeply. “You know you can’t see him—”
    She cranked up the CD player to drown out my voice and I leaned back in the seat to stew. She could be such a brat sometimes.
    By the time we reached Psi Phi House, my knee had knitted itself together nicely. One perk about being a vampire was that we heal quickly. Even half-bloods.
    “How’s the knee feeling?” Piper inquired from the front seat as though nothing happened.
    “Is that the way we’re going to play it?” I asked. It was obvious she wasn’t taking any advice or orders on this one.
    “How’s the knee feeling?” she parroted back, so I dropped the subject for now. Of course I knew the issue was far from resolved, but no one was as stubborn as Piper.
    “Better. Man, I can’t believe I shattered my kneecap. I’m so stupid. Drop and roll, drop and roll,” I muttered to myself as I pushed open the door. Piper rushed around to help me out.
    “It’s not like you meant to,” she reminded me sarcastically. I leaned heavily against her, hobbling up to the house.
    She opened the back door and helped me inside. Sorority houses, as a rule, were brimming with activity. That many women in close proximity, all with classes, studying and extracurricular activities would keep any house jumping. We see all our action at night. Girls waking up and getting ready to start their day, so to speak.
    Many of us can be up and out during the day, if we take precaution with a level billion SPF sunscreen; but then again, some of us can’t. You can never tell with a half-blood. Those of us who are so many generations removed from the original vampires can possess many or just a few vampire traits. Full-bloods consider us undesirable. Until last year, we would not have been permitted to exist. That is, until I became a half-blood.
    “I have to use the little girls’ room, can you make it to the living room without me?” Piper asked, doing a little antsy dance.
    “Yeah,” I assured her as she zipped past me. I noticed Angie in the library as I made my way toward the couches.
    “Hurry up!” Angie, one of our original girls, shouted from the library down the hidden staircase to the dormitory. “Nordstrom is gonna close soon and I won’t be able to get my stuff.”
    She looked up and caught my eye, complaining, “I get that Lizzie can’t go in the sun, but why does it still take her a good hour after sundown to get ready?”
    I shrugged