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trouble if a Michigo came in and found out the profile existed, but I’d cross that bridge when I got there. Anyhow, Minnie’s profile stated that she loved vampires, late nights, moonlight, and was open to exploring new avenues. If that didn’t bring them crawling out of the woodwork, I didn’t know what would.
    Sure enough, Minnie got a hit at one in the morning from a vampire. Did she want to go out on a date tomorrow night?
    Hell, yeah, she did.
    Could Minnie send a picture of herself?
    Damn. I ran to the bathroom and quickly took a picture of myself with my phone, removing my glasses and striking what I hoped was a sexy pose, then sent it back.
    He accepted. Must have been sexy enough.
    I replied quickly and named a spot that wasn’t on the usual Alliance list of date hot spots. Nice and safe.
    The next night, before going to work, I pickedout a sweater to go with my jeans and put on lipstick. I was date-ready.
    Once I got to Midnight Liaisons, I told Ryder I had a date with a vamp and begged, “Pleaaaase will you cover for me?”
    “No,” she said fiercely. “Absolutely not. Not while everyone’s all ultra-pissy about the new girl shifter. If you really want to date a vampire, and God knows why you do, do it next month when everyone’s got the stick out of their asses.”
    I couldn’t wait a month; I didn’t know how long I had. My mother had degenerated over a year, but my case had kicked in early. What if its course was accelerated? I clasped my hands under my chin and gave her sad eyes. “Pleeeeeease, Ryder?”
    “No,” she snapped again. I sometimes thought I was the only one she dropped her effortlessly chirpy act with. She only pretended to be sunshine and puppies because it got her places. “Now go sit at your desk and work. You know, that thing you’re supposed to be doing for a paycheck?”
    “Ryder, come on. Just this once. It’s important. Look, I even put on lipstick. You know this date is a big one if I’m wearing lipstick,” I told her, maintaining a perfectly serious expression.
    “No.”
    I sighed, then pulled out the big guns. “Ryder, this means a lot to me. It’s because . . . I’m dying.”
    She rolled her eyes.
    Well then. Miffed, I sat back down at my desk, staring at the clock. One hour until my date. Idrummed my fingers on the desktop, waiting for the phone to ring, but Tuesdays were always slow.
    After half an hour, she sighed and glanced over at me. “Are you going to do that all night?”
    “Do what?” I looked up.
    “Drum your fingers on the desk?”
    I gave her a hopeful look. “Yes?”
    “Okay,” she grouched. “You can go on your date. But if anyone asks, you went on a Red Bull run and I have no idea where you are. Understand me?”
    “You are my best friend ever, Ryder,” I said with a grin. “I mean it. We’re total BFFs now.”
    She raised her pinky into the air in our traditional signal. “Hey. I keep your secrets, you keep mine.”
    I got up and hooked my pinky through hers, sealing the deal. Then I returned to my desk, grabbed my purse, and ran out the door. “I’ll fill you in on all the details when I come back, I promise.”
    “If you’re dating a vampire, I don’t want the details,” she called after me.
    • • •
    I opted to walk to the restaurant. It was a cute little sushi place, picked for its low risk of other shifters frequenting it (too fishy for their sensitive nostrils) and the fact that it was close. It was pitch black outside, the night skies overcast and crisp. That was okay. I liked the night. Always had. There was something so peaceful about being up late when the rest of the world slept.
    I snagged a pair of Red Bulls from a corner store to lend credence to Ryder’s cover story, then headed over to the sushi place. The restaurant was empty, except for one table in the far corner of the blazingly bright interior. Probably not the best choice for a vampire date. Still, all that fluorescent lighting gave me a good