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carried it across the desert to dump the contents on top of the bodies. They would also turn to ash with the first rays of the sun.

CHAPTER 3
    Quinn leaned back in the tub and rested her head against the little pillow she’d bought for her baths. She stretched up her toes to turn the hot water on again, letting a fresh wave of heat pour into the basin.
    They should have fed before coming back to her apartment, but Julian had wanted to wash off the blood coating his skin and change into some clean clothes. While he was showering, she’d decided that after this night a quick soak in the tub was too tempting to resist. As soon as he was done and out of her bathroom, she’d told him she was taking a bath and would be out shortly, before slipping by him. She could get at least half an hour in the water and still do some hunting before the sun rose.
    She scooped up two handfuls of the thick bubbles floating on the surface. She blew the bubbles away, unable to suppress a smile as they floated through the air to stick against her white tiled wall. Her apartment may be small, but the tub was large and she’d taken advantage of it since she’d moved in there.
    As a vampire, her throbbing feet and back eased faster than a human’s, but it was still a little bit of heaven to sink into her scented, hot water as often as she could. Tonight she’d used her lavender and peppermint bath salts to relax and rejuvenate.
    She lifted another handful of bubbles and blew them at the wall. A knock on the door drew her head around. “What?”
    “You’ve been in there for a while,” Julian called to her.
    “It’s called relaxing!”
    She could picture him standing on the other side, his arms folded across his chest as he stared at the door. “I thought you planned to feed tonight.”
    “I do. Give me a few more minutes.”
    “What?”
    “Just give me a couple more minutes!” she called over the hot water flowing into the tub.
    “What?”
    Quinn slid her foot up and turned the water off. “I’ll be out soon!”
    “What did you say?”
    Sighing in exasperation, Quinn slid down so only her shoulders were out of the hot water. She made sure the bubbles covered her body before yelling at him again. “Come in!”
    The door opened to reveal Julian leaning in the doorway, his arms folded over his chest just as she’d known they would be. His nearly white-blond hair was darker in color due to his shower. He’d chosen not to put a shirt back on, which was something she both appreciated and disliked as her eyes raked over his magnificent form and chiseled abs. Her gaze finally settled on the black tattoo of an angel weeping on his right bicep.
    She slid further into her bubbles and scowled at him. “You could hear me fine,” she accused.
    His mouth curved into a smile as his gaze slid over the bubbles. “This was too tempting to resist.”
    “You could have waited until I got out, like any respectable gentleman would do.”
    “Those are two words I’ve never been called before.”
    “Respectable and gentleman?”
    “Exactly.”
    She shook her head and brushed back a piece of hair that fell free from the bun she’d piled on top of her head. “What am I going to do with you?”
    “I know what I’d like you to do with me.” He stepped further into the bathroom, sniffing at the air as he moved. “Smells fantastic.”
    He moved around her, but didn’t come close enough to see anything. Her shoulders relaxing, she tipped her head back against the pillow as he stopped near her sink. He grasped the edge as he leaned against it.
    “Maybe I should start calling you Bubbles,” he said with a smile.
    “That’s a stripper name.”
    “I wouldn’t turn you down if you offered to dance for me. I have dollar bills, and I’d be more than willing to hand out some hundreds too.”
    For some reason, that caused her to laugh. Sliding her foot toward the hot water tap again, she froze when his eyes latched onto her exposed leg. Passion