He started by confessing that my being willing to do Byron and feed Requiem was probably his less-finicky tastes coming out through me. I had to ignore the almost electric reaction I had when my bare breasts brushed the back of Richard's hand. But what he said was, Alright, I won't play with her. She'd been drained to death by a group of vamps.
Yeah, I know. I knew that he'd tried to get information about a vampire murder when he shook my hand. I made myself a promise sitting there in the grass, with the feel of him wrapped around my body. 42I was cold by the time we got to the Jeep.
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