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Georgia at her villa next door,” Stefan smirked, his eyes twinkling and his nose wrinkled in distaste.  “Apparently she likes reggae.”
    “Quit avoiding my question.  Can you read minds?” I asked through clenched teeth.  Stefan's smirk deepened and I could feel my blood pressure rising.  He needed to start talking and stop the sexy smirking before I exploded.  I felt myself begin to tremble in anger and my heart was hammering in my chest as I waited for him to answer me.
    The amusement quickly faded from his eyes and he regarded me with a cautious smile.  He took my hand in his, rubbing the top of my hand with his thumb.  I watched him warily as he absently stroked my hand.
    “I cannot read all minds.  Just yours and I cannot do that consistently.  If your thought is strong enough or there is enough emotion behind the thought, then yes, I can read your mind. Some of your thoughts are quite amusing.”  Stefan grinned widely. “Your thoughts about 'spontaneous combustion' was actually quite funny, Josephine.  I promise I will try to avoid reading your mind if it makes you that uncomfortable.  It could be quite valuable if we could learn to communicate this way.”
    My jaw dropped and I looked at him like he'd suddenly sprouted two heads.  My mind was whirling as I replayed our conversation in my mind.  He was a vampire, we shared a similar ability and he could read my mind?  He's making comments like we're going to be some kind of super power couple, mind-reading and conquering the world together?  Would we wear matching capes or costumes?
    “Josephine, I cannot read your mind right now but I can tell that it is going a million miles a minute.” Stefan got up from the bed and extended his large hand to me.  I looked up at him, my mouth still agape.  “It is still early enough to go out. Shower, dress and I will be waiting for you in the living room.”
    Brushing Stefan's extended hand aside, I jumped up from the bed and stomped to the bathroom.  I didn't look back at him.  I knew if I did and saw that smirk on his face, I'd explode.  I slammed the door closed and turned on the shower, stepping under the hot spray.  Showering quickly, I dried myself off and pulled a comb rapidly through my hair.  Wiping off the mirror with the towel, I rubbed moisturizer on my face and dabbed on lip gloss.
    I found that the more I went through my routine, the less angry was at him.  I wasn't sure how I felt about this instant relationship I could feel myself sinking into with him.  Was he assuming I'd give up everything to follow him around the world on his ‘vampire missions?!’   The more I considered it, the more I realized I probably would do just that.  There was some sort of invisible bond I felt to the vampire that was waiting for me in the other room.
    Angrily stomping my foot in a very Georgia-like fashion at my thoughts, I opened the door to head back to my bedroom.  I pulled out a pair of dark blue jeans and an aqua sequined tank top, picking out a matching bra and panties and quickly dressed.  Slipping my feet into a pair of low-heeled sandals, I walked over to the full length mirror on my closet door and stopped briefly to put gold hoops through my ear lobes.  Even though I was irritated, I had to admit that I'd never looked better.  My skin was glowing, my cheeks flushed a soft pink.  If this was the side effect of hot sex with a vampire Adonis, I'd gladly sign on for more.
    Looking at my reflection for a final time in the mirror, I took several deep breaths and slowly walked down the hallway to see him sitting cross-legged on my couch.  He was flipping through my first published book, 'Harnessing your Inner Psychic'.  I stopped to take in the sight before me, feeling a giggle rise in my chest and deflating my remaining anger.  It was funny enough trying to figure out how he'd managed to get his six-foot-four body in a cross-legged position on my couch.  Seeing him reading a