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coziness. There was a loft area for my bed and the main floor had a living room and kitchen combo. I sat at the vanity next to my bed and stared at my reflection. I had just an hour before meeting my mystery date. Caitlin had been so busy with her work that I hadn ’t gotten a chance to ask her more questions about this enigmatic man.
    I slipped into the blue dress she’d given me and gave my hair one last spritz of spray. The sun was beginning to set and I was thankful for the dark of night. Don’t get me wrong, I loved the daytime, but the evening hours were when I felt most comfortable. Yes, I was aware of the whole vampires can't go out into the sunlight thing, but like I said before, for some reason the vampires in Savannah were immune to the devastating effects that the sun had on other vampires. I still didn’t understand why it was just the vampires from Savannah. Other vampires had moved here, but it didn’t work for them. They had succumbed to the deadly outcome of the sun.
    Yes, I could go out into the sun, but I was more susceptible to sunburn. I wore sunglasses everywhere I went because my eyes were sensitive to the brightness. I didn’t stay directly in the sun for more than a couple minutes. I wasn’t going to burn to death within a few seconds anyway, so I was safe—it would take at least a couple hours for that to happen. It just meant that I couldn’t get stuck outside anywhere without shade.
    The shades were drawn , blocking the sunlight from streaming into my small space. Steep stairs led from the loft. They were a little terrifying, but I tried not to think about falling. Breaking a bone had the same effect for me as it did for any living person, so my vampire status meant nothing where emergency visits were concerned. I grabbed my bag and keys then headed out the door.
    I hadn’t planned on b eing a stylist to vampires—the career had just kind of happened. Apparently, I had a natural knack for it. My services were in high demand. With vampires coming back after two hundred years, there were a ton of confused bloodsuckers wandering around.
    I walked the short distance to the corner of Elm and Main. A cemetery sat at the corner. A small army of moss-covered trees guarded the space. It had been there since the 1700s. I didn ’t usually pass by often even though my office was just a short distance away. The graveyard brought back too many sad memories. I had a lot of non-vampire friends who were buried there. But that was a story for another time.
    As it turn ed out, the heat had subsided and the night was balmy. A slight breeze carried across the air, caressing my bare skin. I clutched my small purse tightly as if it would offer some protection from what might be lurking under the cover of night. There had been an increase in attacks against vampires lately and I had no idea why. Apparently, someone wanted to test our defensive abilities. I didn’t like violence and I tried to avoid it as much as possible. Biting necks wasn’t for me. Well, unless it was a little nibble with a consenting partner.
    When I neared the cemetery, darkness had already seeped in, making it difficult to see much beyond the front entrance. Movement shifted out of the corner of my eye and I spun around. No one was there. I turned back around and continued toward the entrance. From the corner of the graveyard, I noticed a shadowy figure. Was that my date? It was definitely a man. At least I hoped it was a man and not some other creature.
    All this man needed was mist to form around him and I ’d probably leave his butt there. If this was my date, then he was already too creepy for me. I should have known since he wanted to meet me here. I watched with wide eyes as the mysterious figure neared. One wrong move and I’d let him have it.
    From out of the shadows, the man appeared. He m ight be weird, but he was gorgeous. His lean, muscular physique moved with ease around the headstones. He had that bad-boy vibe going on