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Thad only cared she was female. She didn’t need to be psychic to know that.
    His smile almost glowed bright in the candlelight. “Maybe you’d like some company and after dinner we could have a drink at my place. I’ve got a cozy place just up the beach.” He reached across to touch her hand.
    Okay, she was this close to turning him into a sea urchin, no matter what the Witches’ Council would do to her.
    â€œSweetheart, our table is ready.” There was no warning someone stood behind her chair or even a hint of warmth at her back, but she didn’t need either to know who stood there. For a second, she even enjoyed the deer-in-the-headlights look on ole Thad’s face. She lifted her hand, feeling the slide of fingers through hers as Nick rested their clasped hands on her shoulder. “This is Thad, darling,” she purred.
    â€œThad,” Nick growled with just enough emphasis to make his point known.
    â€œI didn’t know.” Thad rose so hastily his drink glass tipped over, spilling whiskey on his jeans. He didn’t appear to care as he walked to the end of the deck and rushed down the stairs leading to the beach.
    â€œWell, that was rude.” Jazz looked up. “And don’t you look tall, dark, and dangerous?” Nick did look dark and utterly dangerous in a black silk shirt left open at the throat tucked into black slacks and black loafers she hazarded a guess were Italian made. Probably left over from his wardrobe when working for the Protectorate and their unlimited coffers. The evening breeze ruffled his dark hair and the candlelight etched shadows across his jaw.
    He cocked an eyebrow. “Rude? Me or him?”
    â€œYou for running off my impromptu date. Him for, well, running.” She allowed him to effortlessly pull her to her feet. “I gather you weren’t lying about our table being ready.”
    â€œNot at all.” He rested a hand against the sweet hollow in the base of her spine as they followed the hostess through the restaurant to a window table.
    Jazz didn’t bother asking Nick how he managed to find her. How he tracked her down had been a gift he’d never shared and she doubted he ever would.
    In record time they gave their orders and were left alone.
    â€œYou do realize I’m sticking you with the check?” She sipped her wine, watching the light from the candle flame play over his face. Judging by the hint of color in his skin, she guessed he’d recently fed, and if she wasn’t mistaken, he’d also made use of the spray tan booth membership she set up for him at a nearby tanning salon. At least he looked more outdoorsy than the tanning bed color Thad sported. Come to think of it, a tanning bed would turn Nick into a crispy critter, which, in her opinion, would be a waste of a perfectly good vampire.
    â€œSo that’s why you ordered the Surf and Turf for yourself and the lobster for me?” He glanced up as the waitress deposited a glass of merlot in front of him. He would drink enough to appear polite while he knew Jazz would also nibble on his food.
    â€œAnd I plan to have their Kahlua cheesecake for dessert.” Jazz toyed with the idea of telling him what had happened in the tub, but what would she say? By the way, sweetheart, some specter played touchy-feely with me under the bubbles today. She hadn’t detected any hint of magick in the room, but she refused to believe she’d dreamed it happening or that magick wasn’t involved. No, whatever she felt was as strong as what she’d felt in the early morning hours when she was positive Nick had taken her blood. She refused to believe either was her imagination.
    â€œDid you do some heavy-duty running to get up here right after sunset, or use another method?” she asked. She’d always been curious about a vampire’s method of transportation other than the usual mortal means, but Nick was close-mouthed about