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any male would be lucky to have her.
    “You should tell Rob off, pack your stuff, move out and cut all ties,” I said instead. Harsh, right? But a matchmaker’s gotta do what a matchmaker’s gotta do.
    She blinked. “You think?”
    “Straight up. Then you can go back to boffing bus-boys and concierge attendants and Rob can find a real vampire who wants to settle down. In fact,” I smiled, “I think I might have just the female for him. I signed her up just yesterday. Tall. Brunette—”
    “Rob likes blondes,” she cut in, fingering a golden tendril that had come loose from her ponytail.
    “Rob liked blondes. Once you break his heart, he’ll go on a mad rampage for brunettes. He’ll be dying to go out with my prospect—who, for the record, is also rich and great in bed.”
    “Don’t you think it’s a little premature to try hooking him up? We haven’t even broken up yet.”
    “That’s true. I mean, he’s so stuck on you, he’ll probably need time for reality to sink in before he’ll even consider another vampire.”
    “Definitely.”
    I glanced at my watch. “If I know my brother, he should be back in the saddle in about twenty-four hours. I’ll give him a call tomorrow night, provided you go through with it and break up with him tonight.”
    “The sooner the better,” she said, but I could see the doubt in her eyes. She squared her shoulders and turned. “I’m getting this over with right now.” She sniffled.
    I know, right?
    “At the very latest, first thing in the morning,” she added as she signaled a cab and flip-flopped over.
    “Atta girl,” I said as she climbed in.
    I gave her a wave as the cab disappeared and said a little prayer that I hadn’t just pushed her into making the biggest mistake of her afterlife. With Esther missing and my business spiraling down the toilet, I had enough to worry about.
    I spent the next few minutes trying to hail my own cab. When that failed, I disappeared into the alley near DED and closed my eyes. Soon, my heartbeat faded into the steady beat of wings and I flapped my way home.
    A quick metamorphosis near the back trash can, and I walked around the front and let myself into the building. Minus a shoe, of course.
    There was someone in my apartment.
    I’d like to say it was my super-vamp abilities that tipped me off a few seconds later when I reached my floor. Truthfully, though, I was running a quart low. I’d had one measly glass of blood mixed in with the energy drinks. While plenty to start the evening, it wasn’t enough to keep me going past midnight.
    No, I picked up on the B&E because my door stood partially open and a light shone inside.
    I paused in the doorway and debated my options—run for help or bust in and kick some ass.
    My gut leaned toward the first, but my inner fashionista kept me rooted to the spot. Everything I owned was in that apartment, including a brand-spanking-new pair of Dior sunglasses and a Marc Jacobs coin purse.
    A wave of determination swept through me. I was a born vampere. Fearless. Ferocious. And fiercely overprotective of my wardrobe.
    I pushed the door open and stepped inside. My gaze scanned the small living room for anything out of the ordinary.
    The antique coffee table I’d talked my mother into giving me? Check.
    My prized collection of InStyle stacked on top? Check.
    Traitorous cat sleeping on my favorite rug? Check.
    Hunky, blond Swede stretched bare-assed on my sofa? Check, check.
    I blinked, but he didn’t disappear. Still hunky. Blink, blink. Still blond. Blink, blink, blink. Still naked—
    “Vonderful.” Hans’ thick accent echoed in my ears and distracted me from the impressive package parked against my favorite throw pillow.
    My gaze ping-ponged back to his face and hisbright blue eyes. My mom had picked up Hans during a holiday in Sweden. Basically, she’d fallen for his magical hands and he’d fallen for her bank account, and so they’d been a perfect match. He’d gladly given up a