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put anything past him. He was trying to convince her he was a demon. She doubted costing her a few bucks for Sex Planet Five would worry him.
    â€œMegan? I’m making cocktails.” Speak—or think—of the devil. Dante’s voice floated into the kitchen, breakinginto the glaring silence. He must have found her liquor cabinet. “I need some ice.”
    She looked at Brian. “Are we done?”
    He dropped her arm. “Yeah. Except I guess your friend is making us drinks.”
    Actually, she thought, he was probably making drinks for himself and her, but she didn’t say anything. She couldn’t exactly kick the reporter out of her house, not if she hoped to keep that damn article secret. Of all the nights. She hadn’t thought she wanted to be alone with a man who claimed to be a demon, but she now realized she did. Being alone with Dante was the only way she was going to get the entire—probably ludicrous—story of what he thought was going on.
    â€œWhy don’t you stay? We’ll declare a truce.”
    â€œIce, please?” Glasses clinked in the other room.
    Megan yanked the freezer door open and pulled out a tray of ice cubes and took it to the living room. Brian trailed behind.
    â€œI see you made yourself comfortable,” she said to Dante. His jacket was off and draped over the arm of her favorite chair; his sleeves were rolled up and top shirt button undone. He stood in front of the television with the remote in his hand.
    â€œWas I not supposed to?” He took the ice tray from her. She noticed he’d already dug out a selection of bottles. “This is a nice liquor cabinet,” he said. “You’re not a teetotaller, are you?”
    She glared at him and snatched the tray back, twisting it to free the cubes. “What do you drink, Brian?”
    â€œGin and tonic, if you have it.”
    She plopped ice cubes into the scotch Dante had poured for himself and then assembled gin and tonics for Brian and herself. She tried to draw it out, hoping thatone or both of them might disappear while she wasn’t looking, but when she turned back they were both still there, watching her. She handed them the glasses.
    â€œWhat was this group you were at tonight?” Brian put a chatty conversational tone to the question that made Megan feel more like an interviewee than she ever had. She debated what to tell him.
    â€œIt’s a group called Fearbusters,” she said. “At the hospital.”
    â€œAnd you’re working there?”
    Dante raised his eyebrows. She ignored him.
    â€œNo, I’m not,” she said. “I was asked to go sit in on a session, so I did, but I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t write about that. I’m not associated with the group and I’m afraid it might seem an endorsement.”
    â€œYou wouldn’t endorse it, then?”
    â€œI didn’t say that.” Not for the first time, she felt like a bug under a magnifying glass in the face of his rapid-fire questions. He didn’t seem to want to give her time to think, just looking for whatever answer popped into her head. Certainly an effective technique, if an irritating one.
    â€œYou didn’t have to,” Dante murmured.
    â€œI’m not allowed to endorse any groups,” Megan said. “Part of my contract at the station.”
    â€œBut would you endorse them, if you could?”
    â€œWhy do you ask?”
    He shrugged. “Just curious.”
    â€œWhy don’t we all sit down?” Dante suggested. He settled himself onto the couch, smiling. Was he helping her? But then, if he had some kind of problem with Fearbusters, he wouldn’t want to take the chance of her saying something nice. He never had said what he did for a living, unless somehow “demon” had become a validprofession while she wasn’t paying attention. Maybe he was the attorney for some other group, one that was suing