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chanced a glance at the blinds to make sure they were tight and secure and then crawled into bed in my undies. I closed my eyes and begged the room to stop spinning long enough for me to conk out. A few seconds, and sleep would come like it always did. Thankfully. One. Two. Three—
    “Lil?”
    The deep voice pushed into my ears and my eyes popped open.
    I bolted upright and my gaze made a beeline for the six foot plus of beefcake standing in the open bedroom doorway.
    Ash Prince stared back at me, a half grin crooking his lips and cracking open the shadow of his face. His gaze glittered like twin beams of light in the darkness. He still wore the same jeans and button-up shirt that he’d worn earlier that evening, and the same sexy expression.
    I nixed the last thought and focused on summoning my outrage. “What are you doing in here?”
    “Waiting for you. Do you usually stumble in this late?”
    “Haven’t you ever heard of a cellphone?”
    “You didn’t answer yours.”
    Oh, yeah.
    He arched one dark brow. “Too busy getting sloshed?”
    “I’m not sloshed.” I swallowed and tasted green apple and liquor. “I’m semisloshed. So what’s with the breaking and entering?”
    “We lifted a set of prints that didn’t belong to Ty. I’ve put it through the database, but we can’t find a match. I need prints from you so that we can make sure they belong to a third party. If they’re yours, we can toss them. But if they’re not, then they might eventually lead us to Ty.”
    “Uh, yeah. Sure. What do I do?”
    “Nothing.” He held up the half-full bottle of O positive I’d opened yesterday evening. “I’ll just take this with me.”
    “And what exactly are you going to do with the contents?” I asked him. “Toss or drink?”
    He grinned. “I’m not really thirsty right now.”
    “But if you were…AB negative or a Bud Lite?” When he just smiled, I added, “Give already. I know you’re not a vampire. So what exactly are you?”
    “Late,” he announced, glancing at his watch. “It’s almost sunrise.”
    “And you have to hurry because the sun might cause you to burst into flames? Or change into a were lizard and do a little basking?”
    His grin widened. “I’ve got a breakfast date at a diner on Fifth.”
    “Oh.”
    “Nice try, though.”
    “Thanks.”
    “Call me.” He winked and then he turned. I listened to his footsteps as he headed toward the door. Metal creaked and clicked and then he was gone.
    And I was half-naked.
    The truth struck as I glanced down to see my favorite Egyptian cotton sheet bunched in my lap. My semi-impressive Cs stood at attention, clad in my favorite Swedish lace bra from La Perla. It was wispy and pink and practically see-through.
    Now I totally understood the wink.
    Call him? I had half a mind to call the rat fink, all right. And chew him a new one. At the same time, he had been grinning. As opposed to frowning. Which meant I still had it going on in the eye candy department.
    Funny, but the knowledge didn’t make me feel half as euphoric as it should have. Because as fine as Ash was, he wasn’t Ty. I didn’t feel the same rush of heat from my head to my toes. No tingling nipples or stirring hunger.
    Okay, so maybe my hunger stirred a little. But that was a pretty regular occurrence for me since I bottled it 24/7.
    Bottom line, I didn’t have the same intense Do me now or I’ll spontaneously combust reaction to ultra-hot Ash that I did to Ty. A fact that worried me as much as it pissed me off.
    “Where are you?” I sent out the mental question as I collapsed back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. “Are you hurt? Bleeding? Shacked up with a vamp named Juicy Lucy?”
    I waited, listening, hoping, but the only thing I heard was the sound of a toaster dinging, followed by the weather update coming from next door.
    Sunshine. Cool temperatures. Breezy.
    The last thought stuck as I closed my eyes.
    Instead of picturing myself doing a Marilyn on the