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head, I am not given to vampire maxims.
 So then you will be around?
 No, but not for the reason you believe.
She released an exasperated sigh.  I need to go to town and get a few things.
He frowned as he considered the ramifications, and she saw the moment when he
made up his mind. He waved it off as he spoke.  If you must, I shall allow this one
excursion, as no one can possibly know that you are here with me & just yet. Take the
Jeep Wrangler & the keys are in the garage, hanging on the wall.
 Making it easy for a thief, aren t you?
 No one can enter my premises without permission. The house and all our surrounding
land is specifically warded with arcane magic however, there are a select few who
know the trick of getting past a ward or two.
 Like Chadwick MacFare? She eyed Damon speculatively.
He chuckled.  The Scotsman has an open welcome to come and go as he pleases.
 You trust him that much?
 I do now off with you. So saying he had her hand, pulled her along, gave her butt
a light swat, and grinned wickedly as she turned outraged eyes on him and silently
wagged a finger.
She allowed the issue to drop untouched and found herself taking the stairs far more
light-hearted than she thought it possible to feel. When she was halfway up she turned,
and her voice was softer than she intended.  Do you always sleep in those &  She
indicated with her chin the black boxer shorts.
 No, love. I pulled these on when I sensed someone enter our space I like to sleep in
the nude, he said and grinned.
She got stuck on the image in her mind of Damon Drummond sleeping nude but
managed to shoo it away and asked,  You heard someone while you were sleeping?
 I wasn t really sleeping as you know it. I was in twilight, a place I go to rest.
She had hoped that he had been asleep in his boxers, because that would mean her
dream hadn t been a magic of her subconscious mind. It would have meant she hadn t
somehow broken out of her reality, and brought his spirit into another dimension
where &
This was awful. She had to get control of herself. Or perhaps she wasn t the one
creating the dream? What if he had been the one who sent her images of himself & ?
What if he were trying to seduce her through dreams & ? Nah! That wasn t his style. If
Damon Drummond wanted to seduce a woman, he would make his move in the flesh!
She hurried up the remaining steps and rushed her bedroom to dive under the covers.
No more dreams, please, no more dreams. When I give myself like that, I want to be
awake!
* * *
The keys to only two of Damon s cars hung on a key rack inside the luxurious garage,
and Nikki wondered for a moment where he had gone. She stood there and contemplated.
He had said to take the Wrangler, but perversely, she looked at the BMW keys and
reached for them. She hesitated and then with a wicked grin took them, flipped them in
the air, and caught them with one hand. Laughing, she opened its beautifully painted
black shiny door and slipped inside.
She took a moment to familiarize herself with the dashboard, sniffed at the wonderful
aroma of new leather, ran her hand over its smooth, naughty redness, and slipped the key
into place.
The engine purred like a wildcat with the promise of power, and she backed out, took
a moment to click the remote, watched the garage door come down, and then headed out!
Damon had slipped her a note under her door with both the gate code for her return and
directions to the little village of Tor.
As she drove along the countryside of lush green pastures where grazing sheep and
horses didn t bother to look up as she sped past them, she thought about her night. There
had been no more dreams of any kind. She had, in fact, slept like a baby until something
did wake her. She decided that perhaps it had been the clap of thunder, which continued
for quite a bit after she had awakened.
Lazily she stretched and got out of bed to have a look at the morning s view of the
storm from her window and saw Damon, naked to the waist, standing in the rain and the
cold with his arms outstretched. With her slayer hearing she listened in as he chanted
something in ancient Gaelic.
What was he doing? Would he tell her if she asked him? Had it something to do with
safeguarding his property? But he had said the place was already warded. What then?
After she had showered and thrown on a black sweater and blue jeans with her black
heeled boots, she had gone to his door and put her hand up to knock. Something stopped
her. After another moment at his door, undecided, she turned away, went downstairs,
made and drank some coffee, found some shortbread cookies, and devoured them in no
time.
A moment later she was slipping into her black leather blazer, picking up her tote,
checking for her weapon. Yup, still there. She headed outside for the garage. It was
already late morning, nearly noon.
Was she off her course? Had she been too quick to agree to the deal Damon had
presented? No that was the only way she would get a look at Deadly Moon. The deal he
had struck up with her seemed now in retrospect too easy. Why had he offered to arrange
a meeting with Deadly Moon? Did he need her help that much with this awful WB clan,
or had he just set up a diversion for her? What was to stop him from obtaining her
attention and then telling her he couldn t find Deadly Moon?
In this case, it was a matter of trust & did she trust him? She just wasn t sure. Should
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