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seventy-five. I was fifteen when my parents were killed."
     
    Not much rendered me silent, but this did.
     
    Thankfully Mac was not as old as my dad. That would have skeeved me out. Naked Dude was around two hundred years old. However, I was thirty and that made the man I was doing the nasty with forty-five years older than me. The math was heinous. He could be my grandfather if we were human. But we weren't quite human and Mac looked the same age as me. It certainly didn't seem to bother him if the bulge in his jeans was any indication.
     
    "This won't work. We don't have the same pop culture references," I said as I shredded the leaves in my hands.
     
    "I beg to disagree," he shot back. "Favorite bands?"
     
    "Maroon Five, Journey and AC/DC. Yours?"
     
    "Eminem, AC/DC and the Rolling Stones."
     
    "That could possibly work," I muttered. "Favorite TV show?"
     
    "Deadliest Catch," he replied as he settled himself down on the dirt next to me.
     
    I figured he was getting comfortable for what he assumed would be a long drawn out interrogation.
     
    "I like that one. Would you be willing to watch Project Runway with me?"
     
    "Will it get me laid?"
     
    I looked down so he wouldn't see my grin. He was a total pig and I loved it. "Yes. Yes, it would."
     
    "Then I'm in for a marathon. You hungry?"
     
    "That's an unnecessary question. I'm always hungry," I told him with an eye roll.
     
    Mac stood and extended his hand. I debated taking it. Going inside felt monumental.
     
    "I'm sure lunch is ready. I'd really like you to come inside with me."
     
    I tentatively gave him my hand. "How much would you really like it?"
     
    "Sex to Journey's greatest hits and you pick the position much ."
     
    "Works for me," I said as we slowly walked toward either our future or the end of our relationship.
     
    I was really going to try this commitment thing.
     
    Really really really.
     

Chapter 4
     
    The interior of the house was gorgeous—all exposed beams, earthy colors and clean lines. However, the staff was strange… extremely strange.
     
    "Hello Zelda. My name is Jeeves. I will be at your service today and any other time you require a well-trained valet-cook-butler or even a chaperone to a formal event if Mac is busy off killing things. I studied my craft in England with the Royal Family," said the odd little dude standing in the foyer of Mac's house.
     
    The accent was difficult to pinpoint—kind of British slash Red Neck with a little Australian thrown in for good measure. He was dressed in an ill-fitted tux and tennis shoes and looked to be about twenty years old. Jeeves' long light brown hair was slicked back and braided into at least forty little braids with tiny bows on the end of each. His nails were painted purple and I could swear he was sporting eyeliner. He also had an interesting nervous tic. Jeeves liked to bounce and I found my head bobbing as I watched him.
     
    His smile was gigantic and his welcome was sincere. He was just weird—seriously weird.
     
    This was Mac's cook?
     
    WTF?
     
    "Kyle, what did I tell you about introducing yourself as Jeeves and lying about your credentials?" Mac asked patiently.
     
    "I can't recall," Jeeves mumbled, minus the alarming accent as his bouncing increased in speed and height.
     
    "Kyle… stop," Mac reprimanded as if he were speaking to a child.
     
    "Well um… I believe you said if I plan on lying I'd better be fucking smart because the truth is a lot easier to remember than the bullshit I usually spout."
     
    "Correct. Would you like to reintroduce yourself to Zelda?" Mac asked.
     
    "Do I have to? The first introduction sounded so much more impressive than the mundane and utterly boring life I lead," Jeeves pouted.
     
    I thought he was going to cry and I almost hugged the little freak. That would simply not do. It was bad enough that the whole town thought I was nice. It would ruin my rep if I became known for compassion too.
     
    "How about this?" I bargained to