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I don’t wanna go to the grocery store!” Her forehead connected with the table’s surface. “It’s a mean nasty place with
     soccer moms blocking the aisles as they talk to their friends or on their cell phones, kids running and screaming all over
     the place. And Fred, the produce guy, fondles his melons while looking at mine. And I’m not allowed to zap any of them!” she
     moaned. “It’s so not fair!”
    “Stop the whining, Jazz. It doesn’t become you and you’re not going to make me feel sorry for you.” He pushed the second mug
     in her direction. “Drink this. You’ll feel more human once you’ve got some caffeine in you.”
    She raised her head and offered him a snarl worthy of her beloved Fluff and Puff. “I want toast and eggs.” A glimmer of hope
     brightened her eyes. “Do we have any toaster pastries or frozen French toast sticks? Maybe I should check the freezer.” She
     started to get up.
    Krebs shook his head. “You ate the last of those three days ago. If you’re so hungry, fix yourself some oatmeal. It’s healthier
     for you anyway.” He grinned, knowing full well she wouldn’t eat anything that smacked of natural grains or good cholesterol.
     Spooning up the last of his oatmeal, he slurped his orange juice before standing up. “I’ve got to go. To make it easy on you
     I wrote out a shopping list and left it by the phone.” He dropped a kiss on the top of her head and headed for the back door.
     “Considering we need, well, everything, I am afraid it will take you awhile. So good-bye, sweetheart, and have a wonderful
     day.”
    “Have a good day yourself, Krebsie, darling. I hate you for making me go to the grocery store,” Jazz sang out in her best
     June Cleaver voice. “May you come home and find fleas in your bed.”
    “Nah, you don’t hate me.” Krebs grinned and winked at her. “You just want me as a sex toy.”
    “You wish, darling!” she crooned.
    A few moments later she heard the muted growl of his Porsche roll down the driveway.
    Jazz picked up her green and purple over-sized mug with Wicked written in bold script on one side and sipped the hearty brew. In her mind’s eye she easily read the shopping list lying on
     the counter across the room.
    “Healthy food, out.” Black lines ran across half the items neatly printed on the paper. “Fun food, in.” Graceful calligraphy
     covered the rest of the lined paper. Health-conscious Krebs would consider the new items listed as nothing more than empty
     calories. Jazz considered Hostess cream-filled cupcakes essential to a well-balanced diet and the basis for an excellent midnight
     snack.
    She finished her coffee and poured a good measure in a travel mug. On her way out she snatched up the grocery list along with
     a leather jacket to battle the morning chill. As she headed out to the carriage house, reflex had her staring down to the
     end of the driveway. She searched for someone she knew wouldn’t be there. It wasn’t just fiction that vampires had to stay
     out of the sun. It was a cold hard fact. Yet it didn’t stop the sense that a well-known voice whispered her name on the wind.
    “You couldn’t bring me coffee too?” Irma’s flat Midwestern twang assaulted her ears the moment she slid the large door open.
     “You never think of others, do you?”
    “Yeah, like you can actually drink it.” Jazz slid into the sports car and nestled the travel mug between her thighs. “You
     try drinking coffee and it will only end up on the seat, which will royally piss me off.” The car started up with a muted
     roar.
    “Everything pisses you off lately,” Irma muttered. “Maybe you should have talked to Nicky. Maybe done even more than just
     talked to him. He could have put you in a better mood.”
    Jazz knew exactly how Nikolai would have put her in a good mood too. And it didn’t involve either talking or listening; just
     a lack of clothing. Actually, a little rearrangement would work too. She