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You’re dead for heaven’s sake!
    But flirting is as second-nature to me
as breathing. I couldn’t help myself, so I asked Tristan, “Are you
this nice when you’re a vampire?”
    “No.” His handsome face turned dark,
but he stayed utterly human. “I’m very different when I return to
my body.”
    “That’s too bad.” I meant it, because
my word, he was gorgeous as all get out. Looking at him made me
feel a whole lot better. I decided being horny did beat being
hysterical with grief after all.
    “What can we do to make you feel
better?” Dan asked.
    My Marlboro Man so shouldn’t have asked
that question because of course my mind went where it shouldn’t.
How could it not with them both standing there, looking good enough
to eat?
    We needed to talk about the weather or
the season the Braves were going to have this year before I
humiliated myself. But before I could switch the tracks my naughty
brain-train ran on, Tristan flashed his devastating grin. “Ah yes,
the one thing that makes us all feel alive and well.”
    The men exchanged knowing smirks and I
wished the floor would open beneath me and swallow me whole. How
embarrassing.
    Tristan laughed out loud, and his voice
rolled over me, giving me shivers. Darn, this man didn’t need the
extra charm being a vampire would give him. He had charisma to
spare already.
    Tracing a finger down my arm, he said,
“Don’t look so horrified, my girl. We all use sex here to affirm
our existence. The dead have nothing but time and little to fill it
with, so lovemaking is a very casual affair in the
netherworld.”
    Trust a man to put the words ‘casual’
and ‘sex’ in the same speech. The glint in Dan’s eyes told me he
shared Tristan’s view. Well, I wasn’t easy, and I’d never been
cheap. Not even with two bona fide hunks like these.
    Loftily I informed them, “I sleep with
a very select few of my regulars, but I never thought of myself as
a real whore. I’m quite particular.”

    Tristan’s face turned sad as if
breaking terrible news. “You might not always be. Not here, not
when the centuries lie before you, dulling all with the neverending
monotony of death. Almost everyone here, no matter how prudish in
life, turns into a whore just to fill the time.”
    His hand smoothed back up my arm,
curling around my shoulder, sliding to cup the back of my neck. I
felt the strength in his grip and my lower parts clenched. Oh
glory. I was in trouble here.
    Dan looked back and forth between the
two of us. “Should I leave?”
    Tristan answered. “It’s up to you. I
don’t mind.”
    Whoa. My mind reeled as I contemplated
the idea of enjoying both men at once. Okay, maybe I was easy after
all. I’d never considered doing such a thing before … but then I’d
never been faced with two gorgeous examples of the opposite sex
willing to share before either. Were there consequences to such
actions? What’s the worst that could happen to a girl who’s already
dead?
    I glanced at the elderly Victorian
woman reading her book. I swear she hadn’t moved an inch since I’d
gotten here. “She might not approve.”
    Dan seemed confused for all of an
instant before he saw her too. “Miss Gertrude? She’s part of the
furniture, not a real spirit at all.”
    Tristan grinned at the unmoving ghost.
“I’d forgotten she was here. She’s a residual haunt, Brandilynn. A
memory of the library, no more.”
    I frowned. She sure looked real, as
real as the rest of us. “You’re sure?”
    “Absolutely. She’s been in that spot,
reading that book for as long as I’ve been coming here. There’s no
soul there.”
    Okay, so we weren’t going to offend the
old bird. Good enough. I could concentrate on interesting pursuits
without worrying a book would fly across the room to smack me in
the head for my harlotry.
    “I’ve never been with more than one man
at a time. This is really cool with you both?”
    Dan nodded. I’d noticed he was a man of
few words.
    Tristan, a