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between the van and the door. Dammit! Why hadn’t she looked at the van long enough to get the florist’s name off the side?
    Once back in the house, she sat down on the sofa and stared at the flowers in front of her. A chill ran across her spine when she remembered the last arrangement of flowers she received. The week before Michael left her twenty-four years ago, an arrangement almost identical to the one she was staring at arrived at her small apartment. The thought that her old lover, Desi’s father, could be sending her flowers unnerved her.
    If it was Michael, why now? Had he finally seen a photo of Desi online and figured out he had a son? Desmond was the spitting image of his father. Sure, Michael was in his mid to late thirties when they were together, but there was no denying who Desi belonged to. How sad was it that she didn’t know anything about Michael, like his birthday or how old he was? Where he’d been born, how many siblings he had? She knew nothing personal about the man who had invaded her mind and body for several months. Anytime they had talked, it was all about her. Whenever she tried to steer the conversation his way, he distracted her with his skillful mouth or his adept hands. She wouldn’t allow herself to think about the way he used his cock to keep her occupied for hours on end.
    In the few years after Desi was born, Desirae attempted to date other men. More often than not, it ended in disaster. Either the guy didn’t want a woman saddled with a kid, or they had the stamina of a cheetah. Out of the gate quickly and then bam! Done. Michael Gentry ruined her where other men were concerned. To top it off was the fact that she wasn’t aging. At all. How did she explain to a potential date that she and her son looked like brother and sister? Had Desi received any of Desirae’s genes whatsoever, they could pass for twins. Most women would give anything to keep their youthful appearance, but Desirae felt like a freak.
    When Desi was in the lower grades, it wasn’t as bad. Desirae didn’t look any younger than most of the other mothers.  Once Desi hit high school, and his friends started macking on his mother was when trouble began. He wasn’t pissed at her, but as soon as Desi was old enough to drive, Desirae sequestered herself inside their small apartment, only going to work and the grocery store. In the beginning, her friends and co-workers joked with her about not aging, but when the remarks became snide and referred to her having surgery, she found a job an hour away where nobody knew her.
    She didn’t have to worry about explaining things to her Catholic parents. As soon as she told them she was pregnant and the baby’s daddy had left town, her holier-than-thou father told her she was dead to them. Her mother, being the doormat she was, never said a word. Desirae raised Desmond by herself, with no help from a soul.
    She found out she was pregnant during her last semester in college. She was able to graduate and find a job with a graphic design firm before she gave birth. After changing companies a couple of times, Desirae had enough experience to start her own business from home. Freelancing allowed her the anonymity she needed along with the income to keep a roof over both her and Desi’s heads. They didn’t have a lot, but they never went without. Once Cyanide Sweetness signed a record deal, Desi was able to chip in on the expenses and move them into a larger place.
    Rae was blessed when it came to her son. She was honest with him from the time he was old enough to ask questions. She told him the truth about his father. She also told him the truth of her agelessness – she had no clue on either account. He took it all in stride as long as his friends weren’t hitting on her, and they became the best of friends.
    She often thought back to the bite marks Michael had given her on their last night together, causing her to speculate that her lover was a vampire. Since she had seen