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a shirt for every day of the year.
    He always looks so smart, so well groomed, screaming of money. The complete opposite of Nathan.
    I do find his appearance surprising now I know he’s a hunter. I just have an image of what a hunter would look like, and it’s not him. I mean, the clothes he wears are not exactly hunting clothes. He dresses like a businessman.
    Maybe it’s his disguise. You know like Superman and Clark Kent.
    “Hey, Bunny,” he drawls, approaching the counter, that same twinkle in his eye as last night. I get the distinct impression he’s enjoying winding me up.
    With a sigh I ignore his comment, and ask in a lowered voice, “Any news on the passport?”
    Leaning forward, I rest my arms up on the high counter.
    He nods. “All good. I’ll tell you about it soon. What time are you finished here?”
    I cast a glance at the clock on the wall. “In fifteen minutes.”
    “Okay, pour me a coffee and I’ll wait for you to get off. We can go and grab a bite to eat and I’ll fill you in on the passport stuff.”
    Feeling dubious about it, I hesitate. I don’t want to seem ungrateful but the last thing I want to do is eat dinner with Zeff. I barely know him for starters, and yes I know he saved my life and is helping me get a passport, blah blah, but to be honest, it just feels kind of … odd. Everything about this feels odd.
    I know him killing a vampire to save my life would be considered ‘odd’ to most people, well pretty much everyone, but to me, unfortunately, that is fast becoming the norm. Going out for dinner, well, that’s now my ‘odd’.
    He sees my hesitation. With his black eyebrow raised and irony in his voice he says, “You do eat don’t you? I know rabbit is more your taste, but I was thinking something simpler.”
    “Sure I eat – it’s just …”
    Smirk. “Just what?”
    “Just … I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
    “It’s not a good idea to eat, or to eat with me?”
    Bracing myself with a deep breath, I say, “You.”
    If I hurtwan his feelings it doesn’t show. He lets out a short laugh and places his hands on the counter top, linking them together.
    I move back.
    “I’m not asking you out on a date, Bunny. I just happen to be hungry and I thought I could talk to you about the passport while I did that. You know, two birds one stone. But don’t worry, it’s not a big deal.” Then he pauses, “Actually, thinking about it, do you need to …” He gives a quick glance around, and leans in closer, lowering his voice, “Stock up?”
    I nod.
    Continuing in a quiet voice, knowing I’ll hear him loud and clear, says, “The woods surrounding my lodge are great for hunting. They’ll be safe for you. I can pick you up later so you can hunt and I’ll fill you in then.”
    And then I just feel like a prize bitch. It practically comes up and slaps me in the face. Zeff is being nice to me. Going out of his way for me, constantly, and I can’t even accept his invitation to eat a simple meal with him while him updates me on the thing he’s kindly going out of his way to help me out with.
    God, I’m such a bitch at times.
    “You know what,” I say, quickly changing tact. “I am kind of hungry. Dinner would be great.” I give the clock another glance. “And my times nearly up now. Will you wait for me in your car?”
    I hope I don’t come off as sounding rude, I just don’t want him hanging in here any longer than necessary. Celine has been eyeing him curiously for the last few minutes while we’ve been talking.
    Zeff is the kind of guy who attracts attention from females, and quite probably males too, and I don’t want her talking to him. I’m sure he wouldn’t say anything about me, especially with him being a hunter himself. But Celine has got a pretty face, huge cleavage, and legs that go on forever, and men can lose all sense when around those things.
    And Celine is also incredibly nosey. She knows the bare minimum about me, well the lies I told her,