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me about that crazy night you had."
    I'd been asked out plenty of times before, but I usually made it a habit of turning men down. With my lifestyle, friends had been difficult to keep; boyfriends even more so. Neither really got used to being stood up at any given time. I got tired of trying to explain my actions, so eventually I just gave up on the social life; not much time for it anyway. My life consisted of school, working at the hospital, my mom, occasional nights out with Nora, and, of course, saving people from an early death by demon.
    I glanced at Hunter. He was intent on swirling the remainder of his whiskey around in his glass, seemingly uninterested in the conspiratorial conversation Caleb and I were having. I wondered how much he heard.
    "Oh, Caleb, I'm flattered. Really. But I don't think right now is a good time for me. I have so much going on in my life." I smiled at him, hoping that I hadn't hurt his feelings. I've turned down guys before, but I actually kind of liked this one. He seemed so easy to talk to, even though I hadn't really gotten the chance. It was just a vibe I had about him.
    He grabbed a napkin and pen from behind the bar and wrote something on it. After folding it once, he handed it to me. "You can't be busy all of the time, Cassie. Everyone needs a little down time. When you have that break, give me a call. I promise to keep it on the non-crazy level," he said with a smirk.
    I reached for the napkin. He held on to it long enough to brush his finger across my knuckles, sending a tingling sensation up my arm and throughout my body. What was it with these guys? Were they both made from the same electrical current? Or was it just that I hadn't been with someone in so long that any whisper of a touch sent me into a hormonal outrage?
    I noticed Hunter watching our hands. I got the feeling that he hadn't missed a bit of what was happening between Caleb and me. As stupid as it sounds, I got the impression that he didn't like any of it.
    "I definitely will, Caleb. Thanks," I said smiling at him. I actually meant it too. As soon as I figured out what was going on and got my life back in control, I was going to call him.
    "Good. I look forward to it," he said. There was a glimmer in his eyes that I hadn't noticed when I first met him, making the blue hue appear closer to gray. They were almost as hypnotizing as Hunter's. "Good luck with your mom," he said, and released the napkin.
    I pocketed it, thanked him again, and walked towards the door. As I passed Hunter, I wished him a good night, but he didn't seem to hear me. All of his attention was focused on Caleb. If his eyes could shoot daggers, Caleb wouldn't stand a chance. Why? What had just happened between them?
    I didn't understand any of it. The whole situation seemed ridiculous. These men were strangers, but I got the feeling from both of them that they were trying to mark their territory with me. Maybe I just didn't understand testosterone and how it worked. Maybe when you put two men in the same room with one woman, they automatically have to prove their conquests over each other.
    Whatever. I didn't have the patience to deal with the male hormonal displays right now. I had enough of my own problems. They could puff their chests out to each other as much as they wanted. I was out of there.
    Walking out, however, the memory of my vision reminded me that one of those problems had everything to do with the man sitting at the bar puffing out his chest. So much for not dealing with male hormones. I was hoping that Mom would have answers for me and I could avoid Hunter altogether after tonight. Even though he was quite possibly the most beautiful man I'd ever laid eyes on, the attraction I felt for him scared the shit out of me. Dealing with the tug of his magnetism in my visions was one thing; fighting that pull in the flesh was something I wasn't sure I had the strength to handle. With my visions, came death. I needed to heed my own warnings, so my