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Maybe less.”
    “I know. But you are not a vampire, Love.”
    He jerked back. Cried out at the move. And then everything on him seemed to react. Reika watched him tighten into a hunk of muscle and anguish as he handled pain she couldn’t conceive. Reika watched it and evaluated. Stupid man. Wonderful man. She’d have his bullet on a necklace before the night was over. She licked her lips. Studied him. And waited.
    “What…do you want…from me?”
    He’d sucked in air for the speech. That probably hurt his teeth. Maybe it helped absorb the other pain. The words were harsh. Clipped. Rude.
    “I already told you. I want a nice cozy intimate spot. I know the perfect one. So. Here’s the deal. You can accompany me nicely. Sit nicely. Maybe even sip a mug of something warm while we…talk. Or, I’ll force it. And we both know I can. Questions?”
    “Why…me?”
    “It’s going to take a long time to answer that one, Bailes. A long time.”
    “Why…now?”
    “You’re flirting with hypothermia,” she told him.
    “Is that…supposed to be…worse?”
    “Tons. Now come along. Be a sport.”
    Reika rose from the snow bank he’d stuck her in; skimmed atop the surface, creating a dust of snow flecks. She did a complete circle about him, just out of reach, while he pivoted to follow her. She finished by lowering gracefully into the spot right in front of him. She wasn’t mistaken. He was cold. And looking at her with very wide, brown eyes.
    “Holy shit. You…can fly ?”
    She smirked.
    “You’re…real? I mean you’re a real vampire? I don’t fucking believe it.”
    “I’ve finished warning you, Bailes.”
    “About…what?”
    His entire frame was shaking with cold. Maybe if he hadn’t been so recently arrived from a tropic location, he’d be able to handle the elements for longer. Or maybe if he’d worn more layers. Or maybe, if she hadn’t just shocked him. Didn’t really matter. Reika wasn’t letting him do damage to any bit of that body. And that included frostbite.
    She launched the distance between them, snagged him to her breast, and lifted him, despite his immediate thrashing and resultant grunts of anger. So then she tossed him over her shoulder and for some reason, he ceased moving.
    Men.
    Honestly.

 
    CHAPTER FIVE
    A warm space on a cold night. A fire burning in the fireplace. Sounds of water trickling. Maybe over a fountain. Or a hot tub. There was probably a good stock of bourbon somewhere, too. A woman started humming as he thought of liquor. Some strange tune. Didn’t matter. This was a great dream. Not much could ruin it.
    “You’re awake? Finally?”
    Darryl turned his head. Oh. Great. It was the vampire chick. That was a surefire cure to any dream.
    Only…
    He narrowed his eyes and blinked a couple of times to bring her into focus. She’d been around water. Her hair was darker blond and fashioned into a long braid down her back. She’d also found a change of clothing. Although calling the gossamer gown she wore clothing was being generous. She had the best body he’d ever seen. Especially when glimpsed through light purple material that molded to her, held in place by a knot at each shoulder, and belted with a purple ribbon right beneath really nice sized…
    His body reacted, despite the order not to. And that’s when he knew she’d stolen his clothes, too.
    “Where am I?”
    “My place.”
    Not good. And very good. No. Definitely not good.
    “This was not in the deal.”
    He worked at sounding stern, using his disciplinarian voice from the service. The one every sergeant possessed. It didn’t seem to do much on vampires.
    “Oh…I don’t know. It’s warm. Intimate. Cozy.”
    His body was reacting to each word, sending signals to his dick. And his back injury was actually allowing it. He’d wonder about that later.
    “We had a deal.”
    “I know.”
    “You can’t just change it.”
    “You were unconscious. How was I supposed to ask?”
    “No way. Me?