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for semi-normal.”
    He shook his head again.
    “Buggers. You mean I won’t have a nice hangover?”
    “I’m not a figment of the night, Sydney.”
    Damn. He said her name. Again. With a slight warble. Her heart did a solid thump and that was just annoying. And confusing. And it was ceasing.
    “Oh yeah? Well. I think you’re missing a big chunk of this plan.”
    “Really? Which part?”
    “By the time I get to the hangover stage, it will be solid daylight outside. You know it. I know it.”
    “Why would you want that?”
    “Vampires. Daylight. Duh.”
    He shook his head.
    “What? You don’t turn to dust in daylight?”
    “That only works with the newest turned. I’m old enough for a bit of immunity. I might get some nasty burns though. Is that what you want?”
    Now it was her turn to wrinkle her forehead. “That’s it? Sunburn?”
    “It won’t be enough to keep me from you, Sydney.”
    There went her name again. With just a touch of tremor. Dang! She was having a hard enough time keeping from reaching for him. Did he have to add to it? She cleared her throat and ordered her mouth to keep moving.
    “Okay. Then... even if vampire lore wasn’t quite right, there will be staff running around. I could probably get one of them to assist me.”
    “Assist you with what?”
    “Escape.”
    “Why would you want that?”
    “Because you’re a figment of my imagination. This is a really bad version of a Sci-Fi movie. And I’m way over my head here.”
    He shook his head.
    “What? I’m not in over my head?”
    “I’m not a figment of anything. Here. Allow me to demonstrate.”
    And then he lifted the glasses right off her nose. She watched him fold them and secret them away in one of his jacket pockets. Using one hand. Okay. He was fast. He had fantastic dexterity. He was really good to look at. Wow. Stop that, Sydney . Damn! Why wasn’t she more near-sighted? That way, maybe he’d be blurry. As it was, anything within ten feet was crystal clear. Since Devereaux Castillion was about a foot away, he was in perfect focus. And perfectly highlighted by the candlelight. And in a perfect state of undress with a lot of skin on display. And he had perfect features. Perfect height. Perfect build. Admit it, Syd . He was just plain perfect.
    “That was cheating,” she informed him.
    “You’re beautiful.”
    “Uh... and. And. And. What?”
    “I’m amazingly favored. I almost can’t believe it.”
    “Listen. Devereaux. I need my glasses.”
    “Can I touch you?”
    Oh... major frickin’ wow. Good thing she didn’t have the decanter. It would’ve hit the floor. She almost did as every part of her weakened and went limp-overcooked noodle limp. He loomed a bit nearer somehow, too, although she didn’t think his feet had moved. Or the candlelight flickers were lying.
    “Um. Those specs were expensive. And I didn’t bring a spare pair.”
    “Maybe even... kiss you?”
    He licked his lips. Sydney rocked in place. Say something. Anything .
    “I. Uh. I—”
    “Please?”
    Oh.
    Hell.

 
    CHAPTER SEVEN
    Devereaux rocked slightly as Sydney lunged for him, spanning any space between them, and then she sent his spirit into the stratosphere by burrowing beneath his jacket, locking her arms tightly about him. And the next moment she had her mouth fully against his.
    The decanter fell. Probably broke. He didn’t care. He had his hands about her shoulders to lift her. Gain her. Press her to him. Hold her. Oh joy! Heaven. Oh bliss. Shaking overtook his entire frame as he held her, devouring her tongue and lips as she was his. Sensation rocketed through him, manufactured and then shipped everywhere by the absolute pleasure. Sweetness! Light! Paradise! He’d forgotten what a kiss felt like. No! He’d never known such a kiss as this. His eyes watered. He slammed them shut. And that put the situation beyond the scope of containment.
    Somehow he had to contain the ignition. The absolute need. Powerful craving. Intense