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    â€œSorry,” he breathed.
    â€œIt’s OK,” I told him.
    Dick pushed my hair back from my face and cupped my cheek. “How are you feeling?”
    Sighing, I sat up, and he followed, grabbing his shirt and dropping it back over his head, effectively killing whatever this was. I couldn’t help but pout a little. Good-bye, admirable abdominals.
    â€œSo . . . that happened,” he said.
    â€œYes, it did.”
    â€œBut I won’t blame you if you want to blame this on me and my vampiric nature taking advantage of you in your weak state.”
    I shook my head. “I kissed you because I wanted to kiss you. And not trusting you has nothing to do with your being a vampire. I didn’t trust you because you’re so damned charming. I don’t trust charming. I don’t trust myself to choose correctly.”
    â€œI trust you.”
    â€œThat’s because I just made out with you.”
    â€œThat’s probably true. But just so you know, I don’t do that with just anyone.”
    â€œThat’s not what I’ve been told. You have a reputation, Cheney.”
    â€œSlander, honey, and falsehoods. I kissed you because you’re special.”
    â€œBecause of my blood type.”
    â€œBecause of you. Because you’re funny and smart and a little scary when you need to be. And because you’re becoming sassier every day, and I love it. It’s like watching someone put temporary tattoos on the Mona Lisa . It shouldn’t be awesome, but somehow it is.”’
    â€œIt has nothing to do with you wanting to take a bite out of me?”
    â€œIf all I wanted to do was to take a bite out of you, I would’ve done that when you were helpless and unconscious. Of course, if you want to discuss some mutually agreed-upon nibbles, I wouldn’t say no. But that’s not why I want to be with you. I want to be with you because of you.”
    My lips twitched. “Thank you.”
    â€œSo are you going to go out in public with me or just use me for my snuggling skills?”
    I sighed. “It’d be wrong, wouldn’t it? Just to use you for your body?”
    Dick stared off into space for a moment, eyes slightly glazed over.
    â€œDick?”
    â€œSorry, I need a minute to collect myself,” he said, squirming uncomfortably in his jeans. “OK, I’m collected. I’d be fine with you just using me for my body. It’s mutually beneficial.”
    â€œI knew you would be,” I said, rolling my eyes.
    â€œSo you’ll go to the wedding rehearsal with me?”
    â€œYes,” I told him. “If for no other reason than I think Jane’s got some sort of disaster brewing with Zeb and Zeb’s mom and the werewolf aunties. You know, she’s a generally nice person. Why do so many people get so mad at her?”
    Dick shrugged. “It’s part of her charm. It’s sorta like goin’ to a drag race just because you want to see a crash.”
    I pursed my lips. “You’re a horrible human being.”
    â€œNot a human,” he said, shaking his head. “Oh, but if we’re going to go on a date, you can’t do that with your mouth. It makes me want to do this.”
    And with that, Dick gave me another long, lingering kiss.

6

    You will find love again. You just have to be open to what life or undeath throws at you.
    â€”Surviving the Undead Breakup: A Human’s Guide to Healing
    I sat in Specialty Books at a heavy leaded-glass and maple desk that had been cleared of the many layers of dusty books in the last week, cataloguing the shop’s ceremonial athames. Mr. Wainwright had stocked an alarming number of knives for a bookshop.
    The former shopkeeper’s funeral service had been quiet and unorthodox. He’d asked to be cremated and sprinkled into the Ohio River, so he could spread out into the Gulf of Mexico and circulate all over the world. Even odder, Mr.