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pressed a hand to her heart as Micah’s gaze caressed her face, making it suddenly hard to breathe. To think. There was only the heat in his eyes. Time seemed to stand still as he took the glass from her hand and set it aside, along with his own. Never taking his gaze from hers, he slowly drew her closer, then cupped her face in his hands.
    â€œI’d like to feel that way about someone,” he murmured, and kissed her, ever so gently.
    Holly’s toes curled, her eyelids fluttering down as his lips moved over hers, evoking feelings and sensations that bordered on euphoric. If this was a movie, violins would be playing and fireworks would be exploding in the background, she thought as he wrapped his arms around her.
    No one had ever kissed her the way he did, as if she were made of spun glass and might shatter. His hands skated lightly up and down her spine, sending little shivers of delight racing through her. She moaned softly, her hands sliding under his shirt, reveling in the touch of his cool, bare skin beneath her palms.
    His arms tightened around her as his kisses grew deeper. Her heart ratcheted up a notch when his tongue met hers. He whispered her name, and her mind filled with images of the two of them locked in an intimate embrace. The world faded away, and there was only Micah caressing her, kissing her, the heat of his tongue on her skin. One minute, she was lost in a sea of sensation. The next, she was alone on the sofa.
    Opening her eyes, she saw him standing near the window with his back toward her, his hands tightly clenched at his sides. “What’s wrong?” she asked breathlessly.
    â€œI need to go.”
    â€œGo?” Dazed, she could only stare at him. “Now?”
    He groaned low in his throat.
    And then he was out the door.
    * * *
    Outside, Micah drew several deep breaths. He hadn’t been intimate with a woman since Shirley passed away. Maybe that explained why he’d forgotten that his physical desire and his unholy hunger were almost inseparably entwined. Kissing Holly, inhaling her warm, womanly scent, feeling her hands moving over him, had aroused more than his passion. It had taken all of his hard-won self-control to keep from sinking his fangs into her throat and tasting her sweetness. He couldn’t begin to imagine how horrified she would have been to discover the man holding her in his arms wasn’t a man at all, but a vampire.
    Hands shoved deep in the pockets of his jeans, Micah strolled down the sidewalk, heading for that corner of the town inhabited by transients and those who earned their living by questionable means. Every city, town, and village in the country had such a place—a part of the community that was shunned by decent, law-abiding citizens.
    For a hungry vampire, it was the perfect hunting ground.
    He was nearing his destination when he caught Leticia Braga’s scent on the wind. Knowing he was no match for her, Micah quickly turned and headed in the opposite direction. As far as he knew, he had been the only vampire in town until Braga showed up. If she was planning to stay, maybe he’d be smart to make himself scarce. He had only been a vampire a little over five years. If push came to shove, his chances of defeating Braga one-on-one were slim to none.
    When Micah was well away from the seedy part of town, he slowed. It was getting late. Few businesses were still open. Most of the townspeople were locked safely inside their homes.
    He paused in front of a house now and then, listening to the conversation and the laughter of the mortals inside. He recalled the nights he had spent with his own family, constantly squabbling with his four younger sisters—Angela, Delia, Rosa, and Sofia. Saturday afternoons playing touch football with his four older brothers—Sergio, Enzo, Mario, and Paolo; nights spent sprawled on the floor eating popcorn while watching TV . Normal, ordinary days and nights spent with the people he