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dinner date.” Claire clapped a hand over her mouth and blushed.
    “I think Beth understood you meant the real food kind,” Lana said dryly.
    I pondered her suggestion. “I will admit, I’m curious. They knew what I was right away. And they implied they’d met others like me before, although by the sounds of it, they were all killed.”
    “All the more reason to find out more,” urged Lana, the usually levelheaded one. With her encouraging me, I felt more confident that my desire to call was reasonable and not just hormone driven.
    “So when are you going to do it?” asked Claire bouncing again in excitement.
    “Don’t you mean do them?” I laughed at Claire’s red cheeks. For a waitress in a strip joint, she was fairly prudish when it came to sex. Actually, if I were to believe her—and I did—she’d only ever been with one guy, and a piss poor one at that judging by the way she shied from relationships. She avoided advances from men and the times I’d questioned her about her reticence, she claimed she was waiting for the one. I thought it was cute even though I didn’t believe in love myself. Not that I didn’t think I could fall in love, I was sure I could. But given my succubus side, any man who ever declared himself—and they were many—did so not because he knew and liked the real me, but because my pheromones made him. And yet Simon resisted me? Could it be that love still remained an option for me, albeit with guys who’d missed the boarding call for humanity’s ship?
    It was nice to have hope.
    “I’ll call them in a day or two.” I didn’t want to seem too eager to see them again, even if I missed the guys already. They’d certainly made an impression on me. And when I masturbated in the shower, I didn’t imagine one or the other as I stroked my slick flesh—screw that, I fantasized about them both, together with me.
     

     
    Simon paced his living room awaiting Gene’s return. His emotions and thoughts were in a turmoil, a state far from his usual calm demeanor. I have one feisty hybrid to thank for that. Not that he regretted meeting her, how could he when his whole body sang at the sight of her. He couldn’t help remembering the sight of her luscious body which he’d gotten a peek at when he’d cleaned and dressed her while she lay unconscious. His cock twitched and Simon shifted his mind away to more mundane items like where the hell was Gene? Irrational jealousy tried to rear its head as an image of Gene seducing Beth—without him—filled his mind. He shook the thought away, and before another troubling thought could hit, Gene returned, a look of bemusement on his face.
    “Can you believe she didn’t even invite me up?”
    His friend sounded incredulous and Simon chuckled. “She certainly is unique.”
    “No shit, considering the rest of her kind are dead,” Gene replied dryly. Simon winced at the reminder. “Where did you find her?”
    Simon’s lip curled in amusement. “Would you believe outside a strip joint?”
    “You? In a den of debauchery?” Gene’s eyes went wide with incredulity. “Kill me now, for I never thought I’d see the day.” Gene flopped onto the couch with his hands clasped to his chest.
    Simon shifted uncomfortably. “I was outside, not in, when I found her and scented the foul ones.”
    Gene sat up. “That’s right, she mentioned vampires when I dropped her off. I assured her you would have dispatched them.”
    “Of course I killed them. There’s no way I was letting those nasty bloodsuckers run around my town.”
    “How many did you send back to Hell?” asked Gene.
    “A half dozen.”
    Gene looked thoughtful. “That many working together? How unusual.”
    “Funny, but I don’t think that’s as interesting as the fact I found a Nephilim.” Simon didn’t want to talk about the foul ones even as he struggled to understand his attraction to the hybrid female who by birth, happened to be half vamp.
    “You always did have a knack