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teeth. Jazz grinned.
    “Fluff and Puff are debating if it’s true that humans taste like chicken.” She lifted one leg straight out in front of her.
     The slipper swiveled his head to look down and uttered a shrieking cry. It exhaled a sigh of relief when Jazz obediently lowered
     her leg. “They’re not fond of heights.”
    Krebs shook his head. “You are a very sick woman.” He looked down at the chattering slippers. “One thing I could never figure
     out.Are they male or female?”
    She shrugged. “I’ve never been able to tell and they’ve never said. I think it depends on their mood and if there’s any chocolate
     nearby.”
    Krebs winced when Fluff, or maybe it was Puff, looked up at him. Its ears stood straight up and drool slid down over its teeth,
     dripping onto the hardwood floor. “If they leave any bunny slipper turds around you have to clean them up.” He turned back
     to the computer monitor.
    Jazz leaned over for a better look. “Whose website are you working on?”
    “I’m doing some maintenance for Dates After Midnight. Leticia wanted an edgier look to the site.” His fingers flew over the keyboard. Within seconds the code disappeared and a
     digitally enhanced black lace curtain dropped over the screen. A small silver box set in the lower right hand corner of the
     monitor winked to life.
    “Welcome to Dates after Midnight,” a feminine digitized voice sounded over the speakers. “Please input your password to enter
     the portal.”
    “It sounds more like an online brothel specializing in dominatrices than a dating service,” she commented.
    “Not just any online dating service, but one for vampires,” Krebs pointed out, typing in the password and checking out each
     page. “Leticia is a smart businesswoman. There’re other dating services out there, but hers has more class and she makes it
     so exclusive that there’s vampires everywhere begging to be accepted. A lot of it due to my website design, of course.”
    “Gee, Krebsie, vain much?” she grinned, and then burst out laughing. “Vain. Vein. Get it? I crack myself up.”
    “Oh yeah, a laugh a minute.” He rolled his eyes. Jazz hopped off the table and leaned over Krebs’ shoulder to read the members’
     profiles.
    “‘After dark accountant seeks numbers-minded match. Former NFL star looking for athletic type O+.’” She shook her head. “Are
     you sure not just anyone can get into this site? Ads for blood bars and vamp self-help groups tend to put off most of the
     living. It even creeps me out a little.”
    He grinned. “Not the way I have it set up with enough firewalls to rival the U.S. Government. Leticia’s site hasn’t been hacked
     into once.”
    “Who knew creatures of the night and the magick-minded would enjoy surfing the net so much. And li’l ole warm-blooded you
     designs most of their business sites,” she teased, dropping a kiss on top of his head. She peered closer. “Missing Vampire
     announcements?” She pointed at a series of drawings that were remarkably lifelike for creatures whose DOAD—date of actual
     death—meant the subjects had been long dead in the mortal sense. Nikolai’s words about members of his kind disappearing teased
     the back of her mind. She ruthlessly pushed the thought into a mental compartment that held any memory to do with the sleaze
     fang, slammed the door, and locked it. The last thing she wanted was a reminder of the man who could make mind-blowing love
     to her one moment and betray her the next.
    A faint rumbling sounded overhead.
    Krebs swore under his breath. “That better not mean we’re getting a thunderstorm. This has to be finished tonight.”
    “It sounded more like a low-flying jet to me,” Jazz said with a nervous twitch. The last thing she needed was a few hours
     listening to Mother Nature lecture about not venturing into her territory. She quickly changed the subject. “There’s sure
     a lot of missing vampire ads posted. Vampires move