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to meet them there?
What’s at the market?” Jennifer asked.
    “Other than cute little shops and cafés? I
have no idea.”
    The water from the shower shut off. I
shuddered to think what would have happened if I hadn’t returned
before Isabella discovered Jack in the shower. I knew what the note
meant: they wanted Jack.
    “Don’t mention this to Jack,” I said. “I’ll
tell him later.”
    I paced the room while I waited for Jack to
emerge from the bathroom. When the door opened and he’d stepped
out, he’d slipped into his clean clothing. I wasn’t going to lie; a
tiny part of me wished he’d forgone the clothing. I know, I know.
Not great timing, but what could I say, hormones.
    This was the moment I’d dreamt of.
Literally. Jack in my bedroom. I’d wanted him since the moment we
had met. But with the craziness with ex-clients and psycho
werewolves over the past few weeks it had been impossible for us to
grow any closer. The best I’d had was a dream and a few lingering
kisses.
    Never in a million years had I expected this
turn of events, though. I’d never dated a vampire. How did I date
one now? Not that I had anything against dating a vampire. I’d
never met the right one, I guess. Who was I kidding? I couldn’t
keep a date before Jack. Vampire, werewolf, human—it didn’t matter.
Well, I guess I could get a date, just not keep it. Jack moved over
to where I stood by the bed. His eyes made me melt like butter over
a sticky bun every time I looked at them.
    “You can sleep here.” I pointed to the bed.
My heart thumped. “I’ll sleep on the sofa.”
    He shook his head. “No way. I’m fine,
Rylie.”
    “But I want to look after you. It’s the
least I can do after the mess I got you into.”
    He brushed a strand of hair off my cheek and
tucked it behind my ear. “Did I ever tell you how beautiful you
are?”
    My cheeks grew hot. They weren’t the only
things hot in the room, either.
    “Your hair is the most beautiful shade of
brown. When the sun shines across it I can see the different
shades.” He looked down when he said the word sun.
    Would Jack ever see sunlight again?
    He placed his hands around my waist and
pulled me close. My chest pressed against his hard pecs. A tiny
moan eased into my throat. Suppressing the urge to howl was never
easy with Jack around. He gazed into my eyes, then lowered his lips
to mine. My pulse quickened, pulsating rapidly with every touch of
his tongue. As his mouth moved from my lips to my neck, I inhaled
his electrifying scent.
    He leaned back. As I looked into his eyes, I
remembered. Vampire. Neck.
    “Your skin is like silk.” His eyes glazed
over. Jack swallowed hard as he stared at my neck. “I’m so
hungry.”

Chapter Three
    How to Date a Vampire, Rule #3:
    Refrain from mentioning the whole ‘stake
through the heart’ thing.
     
    His eyes held a yearning that I’d never seen
before.
    I stumbled backward, holding my hand across
my neck, concealing my veins. “I can get you something. A sandwich,
maybe?” Anything other than my neck.
    As I sidestepped Jack and made my way toward
the door, he followed. Jennifer had already gone to bed. Better she
not see Jack like this anyway. What was I going to do with him?
Damn. Just when things had taken a turn for the better, this
happened. Poor Jack. He didn’t deserve this. He should have stayed
away from me when he had the chance.
    “I’m not sure what you’re in the mood for.”
Ugh. Did I just ask him that? Of course I knew what he had a
hankering for—it was red and had a coppery smell. I opened the
pantry door, trying to ignore the comment I’d just made.
    “You’re welcome to look in the fridge,” I
said over my shoulder.
    The next thing I knew, Jack had pulled out a
steak that I’d put in the fridge to defrost and begun drinking the
blood. Ew, ew, ew. Okay, I know I’m a werewolf, and I like my steak
just as much as the next werewolf, but I didn’t like drinking the
blood. It just wasn’t