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the whole were nation—from werewolves to were -poodles—as well as any other being that didn’t qualify as human.
    I concentrated on taking another whiff, searching for a hint of Alpo or cat litter. Nada. His fingertips burned into my arm. Definitely too warm for a made vampire.
    Not that made vamps were ice cold, as Hollywood would have us think. They were more lukewarm. Except, of course, when they were panting and sweating and having incredible sex. Then they warmed right up like anyone else.
    My thoughts shifted to Ty, who’d definitely undergone a significant rise in body temp the last time we were together.
    The only time.
    The Captain Ho morphed into Protective Vamp. I bitch-slapped my hormones into submission and stiffened.
    “Let’s hope that’s not a gun in your hand and you’re just extremely glad to see me,” I told the guy. “Otherwise, if you don’t back off, things are going to get really ugly in here.”
    Several seconds ticked by before a soft chuckle vibrated the hair on the back of my neck.
    “Go ahead and laugh, buddy. You won’t be doing it for very long,” I said.
    “Your name wouldn’t be Lil, would it?”
    “Do I know you?”
    “No, but I know you. I’ve heard all about you. You’re one of a kind.”
    A smile tugged at my lips. “I do have a fabulous sense of style.”
    “I don’t know about that, but you’ve definitely got a big mouth.” The gun fell away and I turned to get my first glimpse of my attacker.
    My gaze collided with his and…nothing. Which nixed the human theory. I could read humans faster than the latest edition of InStyle. Lose the were theory as well. I wasn’t getting any vibes off this guy other than the sexual variety.
    He was yummy-looking with his cropped black hair and tanned complexion. He had the darkest eyes I’d ever seen—so dark that I could see my own reflection mirrored in their depths—and kissable lips. (Not that I was thinking about kissing him, mind you, but if I had been a ho-ho and looking to get lucky, I would definitely say his lips scored a big fat ten on the Kiss-O-Meter.) He wore a black button-up DKNY shirt and Levi’s. Not enough style to make me salivate, but enough to satisfy my internal fashionista.
    “You’re the vampire who was wanted for murder a few months back,” he went on. “You drove Ty nuts while he was trying to save your ass.”
    “I saved my own ass, thank you very much.” When he gave me a knowing look, I added, “Yes, Ty helped a little. But he was busy being in a garlic-induced coma when I really needed him, so I had to step up to the plate and save us both.” My gaze narrowed. “Who are you?”
    “Ash,” he said, walking toward the floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall windows. He glanced out as if looking for someone. Or something. “Ash Prince.”
    One down. One to go. “ What are you?”
    His eyes twinkled as his gaze swiveled to me. “A homicide detective with the New York Police Department.”
    “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
    His eyes brightened, lightening into a liquid gold before fading again. “I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.”
    “I’m a vampire. You could try, but it’s not going to happen.”
    He winked. “Oh, it could happen, all right. Faster than you think.”
    “Go on.” I held out my hands. “Just try to stake me. I could turn you into a popsicle faster than you could say grape or cherry.”
    “I don’t have to stake you. I have other ways.”
    Because he wasn’t an ordinary Other. At least none that I’d encountered. Which didn’t really mean anything because I’m not exactly the most worldly vamp. Sure, I’m five hundred years old (and holding), but I’ve led a fairly sheltered afterlife up until opening Dead End Dating.
    Since then, however, I’d gotten up close and personal with several werewolves (twenty-eight to be exact), oodles of made vampires and even a were- Chihuahua named Rachel. I’d definitely expanded my