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his warm chest, it reminded her just how
     cold she was and she pulled it away. She glanced up at him, he looked about ready
     to give her hell, but she spoke first.
    “Thank you!” she growled.
    His mouth opened as if to say something, but nothing came out. No doubt he was shocked
     at her declaration. And damn it, but she knew how he felt. She hadn’t meant to say
     that—not that he didn’t deserve to hear it, he did, but …
    “Wow.” He finally spoke. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone express gratitude in
     such a pissed off, angry tone.”
    “That’s because I am angry. I’m furious. You followed me. Then you … you kissed me,
     with tongue, in front of everyone.”
    His brown eyes lit up with a smile again. He leaned in a little closer. His warm breath
     stirred against her forehead. “And it was really good, wasn’t it?”
    She glared at him and took a step back.
    “Okay, if it’s not for the kiss, what are you thanking me for?” he asked, sounding
     puzzled and yet interested.
    Once again she shared his feeling, the puzzled one, that is. “I don’t know,” she seethed.
     But then instantly the answer dawned on her. He’d saved her from looking pathetic,
     from looking like a heartbroken ex-girlfriend.
    “You are a real piece of work, Della Tsang.” He reached out as if to brush a strand
     of hair from her cheek.
    She didn’t know if that was a compliment or an insult, but she slapped his hand just
     in case.
    He laughed. “It really wasn’t bad for a first kiss, you know. Usually they’re kind
     of awkward. But that … that wasn’t awkward. It was hot.”
    She thought about the kiss, the warmth of his mouth, the feel of his tongue. How he
     had tasted. “I’m glad you liked it, because it was your last,” she snapped.
    She turned to fly off. Her feet weren’t all the way off the ground when she heard
     his reply.
    “We’ll have to see about that.”
    She gritted her teeth, continued toward the cabin, and fought the fear that if she
     wasn’t really careful, he might be right.
    And that would be wrong.
    Wouldn’t it?
    *   *   *
    Three thirty couldn’t have come any slower. The new sheet, pillowcase, blanket, and
     Lysol helped, but she kept waking up every few minutes. With the cabin out in the
     woods, the only noises were a few animals. It should have been a fine place to get
     a good night’s sleep. However, being a vampire and basically nocturnal, she never
     slept well at night.
    Last night she’d blamed most of the tossing and turning on the thought of bedbugs.
     Funny how the idea of bedbugs kept shifting to Steve’s kiss. Then Steve’s kiss led
     her to think about her mixed-up, crazy feelings about Lee.
    Was she over him? If so, why did it still hurt? But if she still loved him, why wasn’t
     she jealous of Mei? Then Della’s thoughts went to her mom and dad and sister playing
     board games without her. For some reason thinking about Lee and her parents helped
     block out the thoughts of the kiss.
    Still in bed and staring at the stained ceiling, Della heard water running, which
     meant Steve was taking a shower. Before she’d gone to bed she’d given the shower a
     good spray of Lysol, and took a quick stand beneath the spewing water herself.
    When she’d left the shower, Steve had been sitting on the sofa, staring at the bathroom
     door. Staring as if he hoped she’d be wearing something sexy.
    Poor guy had been disappointed. Or she had thought he’d been for about two seconds,
     until his gaze had lowered and then traveled up again as a slow sexy grin appeared
     in his eyes.
    “You were right,” he’d said. “And you were wrong.”
    She liked the part about being right, but…? “Wrong about what?”
    That seductive smile shifted to his lips as his gaze lowered again, and stopped on
     her bare feet. “Right that I have a foot fetish. Wrong about me never seeing your
     naked feet.”
    She used those naked feet to run off to the bedroom.