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grown bush-like, the tops of the stalks beginning to flower and go to seed. She pulled weeds and cut some of the giant sunflowers ready for harvest.
    After an hour or two, her neighbor, Jane, came outside and sat on her porch, lighting up a cigarette. The two often passed time this way, having become friends since she moved in.
    “What’s with the boarded up windows?” Jane asked.
    “Oh. Um...I just got a little nervous about security. You know, being on the ground floor and all.”
    “Yeah,” Jane said thoughtfully. “Seems like I saw a guy hanging around your door, but now I can’t quite remember...Are you having trouble with someone? Like an ex?”
    “Yeah, kind of. I guess so,” she said, wanting to slap her own forehead for stupidity.
    “Well, what’s the deal?”
    “Um. You remember Wilson, my ex-boyfriend?” she improvised, going with Jane’s suggestion.
    “Yeah.”
    “Well, he’s been bugging me lately, and I just don’t want him showing up…” She trailed off at her lame story.
    “Didn’t he break up with you?”
    Annoyed, she blew her hair out of her face. “Well, no. He was cheating. Or—he refused to commit. He wanted an ‘open relationship’. I wasn’t into it.” She really wished she’d made up a fake would-be molester. Wilson had been a pathetic excuse for a boyfriend, and now, comparing him with Charlie’s powerful presence, he seemed downright remedial as a human being.
    “Wait, so why do you think he’s going to try to break into your house?”
    She drew a breath. She was quite possibly the world’s worst liar. Good thing she didn’t work as a spy for a living. “He just seemed kinda pissed off. I don’t want him to show up and slash my couch or something.”
    Jane stubbed out her cigarette and blew smoke out of her lungs. “Right,” she said, looking at Sasha as if she had lost her mind. “I’ll keep my eyes open and let you know if I see him around, okay?”
    “He’s mad because I’m dating someone new,” she blurted.
    “Ooh, really?”
    “Uh huh. His name is Charlie. You might have seen him around—blond hair, kinda scruffy, pierced eyebrow.” Hot body. Long fangs. Sexy as hell. She felt the phantom pressing of his bulge between her legs again.
    “Oh yeah? That’s awesome. Stop by and introduce him sometime, okay?” she said, standing up.
    “Yeah, I will. See you later.”
    She glanced at her watch. Two hours had passed and it was almost two. She brushed off the dirt and went to the door, hesitating before she opened it. What if he’d already woken and sat in the kitchen? He’d be killed. No wonder he had hypnotized her the day before, his very life was at stake. No pun intended.
    Lifting her fist, she knocked on the door and pressed her ear to the wood to listen for movement. Good thing Jane wasn’t still outside, or she would really look crazy.
    “Wait,” she heard Charlie call out and she sighed with relief at her foresight. “Count to ten first and then open,” he said from the other side of the door.
    She followed his instructions and opened the door cautiously, shutting and locking it behind her. “All clear,” she yelled.
    Her bedroom door opened and...damn. Her vampire looked sexy walking toward her in nothing but his jeans, his naked torso spectacular, hair still rumpled from sleep.
    “Thanks for the breakfast, love,” he said, grasping her nape and stooping to kiss the top of her head as he passed by.
    She stood rooted to the spot, wondering why her heart beat so erratically. “Which did you eat?” she managed to ask after a moment.
    “Both,” he grinned, sitting down at the table where both plates sat in front of him. He took a bite of pancake. “And I love this whipped cream,” he said, his mouth full.
    She had a moment of pure skin-flick fantasy, imagining him smearing her body with it and licking it off. But no, with him, it would more likely to be whips and chains.
    “You’re staring at me,” he said, without turning to