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hard to miss. You were wrapped in a cloud of adrenaline. Don’t worry, though, I think I’m far more aware of these things than other vamps. At least, that’s what Ray says.” Harvey bit his lips at the slip.
    This time Gabe didn’t ask about Ray, although he wanted to know very much. He was clearly someone who meant a lot to Harvey, and it gave Gabe a strange and annoying twinge of…something.
    Harvey skipped over his gaffe. “Too bad it’s only true at night.”
    Gabe realized how little he knew about vampires, aside from how to kill them. “What about during the day?”
    “Then I feel like anyone else, only more dull.”
    “I can’t imagine you dull.”
    A joyful smile spread across Harvey’s lips. “The word has multiple meanings.”
    “Someone helped you that night. Not undead,” Gabe said.
    “Yes, a friend. You can sense us, can’t you? That’s how you followed me.”
    “More if I concentrate. I didn’t actually pick you up till we bumped into each other in the bar, you were so faint.”
    “Was it different in the Old Country? Or did you pick up all your vampires in bars?”
    “Completely different. I could feel them a long way off. According to my uncle, it’s a genetic trait. Every man in my bloodline has been born with it since…I don’t know, hundreds of years. But it takes training to use it.”
    “So it was your uncle who made you into a master of the sharp sticks?”
    “Yeah. He was very old-school about it too.”
    “Where is he now?”
    “Passed away. Heart attack.”
    Gabe didn’t add that Uncle Miklos was dead because of him, but Harvey seemed to sense his reticence.
    Harvey reached up and pulled Gabe’s face down to his. Gabe didn’t resist the cool lips touching his own. He returned the kiss—it was slow and languorous, full of exploration and tentativeness, but not without an edge of danger. The more they kept kissing, the more heated it got. By the time the train charged into the station, there was nothing slow or uncertain about the way they tore into each other. Gabe’s brain told him that this was a very, very bad idea. Aside from the fact that it went against the credo he’d lived by for the past half a decade, getting mixed up with a vamp could get him killed. His dick told his brain to shut the hell up. It did.
     
     
    After the forced restraint of the train, they started necking again on the street. By the time they reached the apartment, they were back on full steam. While Harvey was fumbling with getting the door key into the appropriate hole, Gabe pressed into him from behind. Hands on Harvey’s hips, Gabe pulled him close till the taut globes of his ass pressed into Gabe’s groin. Harvey groaned and missed the keyhole again as Gabe’s erection rubbed against him.
    “We’ll never get inside if you keep that up,” he protested weakly.
    “I thought you had extra-sharp senses,” Gabe whispered, burying his face into Harvey’s neck and nipping the soft flesh. Harvey’s scent was a quirky mix of earthy, spicy and something faintly floral but not sweet.
    Harvey made another stab with the key. “Live things. This doorknob is dead as a—”
    “As a doorknob?” Gabe rutted against Harvey to demonstrate being hard as one.
    Finally, they made it through the door. Immediately, Harvey turned the tables, slamming Gabe into the wall and attacking his lips with ferocious hunger.
    The few feet of distance between the entrance and the bedroom became the path of destruction. The small table by the door crashed onto its side, taking with it a bowl to hold keys. The coat stand followed it with a bang, and all the framed pictures in the hallway ended up askew. Gabe and Harvey didn’t even notice. Their passion was like two predators tearing into each other. For Gabe, the contrast between Harvey’s light frame and tenacious strength was a huge turn-on; he didn’t have to hold back. By the time he heaved Harvey onto the bed, Harvey was naked from the waist down. Gabe