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    Ceara wrapped her ponytail around her index finger and twirled it tight.
    Avery glanced from Izzy to Ceara and back.
    “Ceara met someone.”
    Izzy immediately sat on the end of Ceara’s chaise. “Is he hot? What am I saying; if he is immortal he is hot, no?”
    Ceara smiled at Izzy’s way of thinking. Most immortals were drop dead gorgeous so she had a good point.
    “He’s… dreamy.”
    “Vampire?”
    Ceara shook her head.
    “Demon?” Izzy’s eyes brightened, hopeful.
    Ceara shook her head again.
    “Fae? He is not a god, is he?”
    Ceara shook her head again.
    “Oh.” Izzy screwed her mouth around.
    “But he’s nice to you?” Avery asked, shifting the conversation back to a safe topic. Ceara was grateful as she didn’t wish to alienate Izzy.
    “Very. He rescued me from a demon.” Ceara was still in awe of the way he just seemed to appear out of nowhere. She hadn’t seen him before she’d run headlong into him and she considered herself a very observant person.
    Years of watching the world go by made it easy for her to pick up on details. Her coven mates told her she was a good listener too.
    But right now, they were all ears.
    “Really?” Izzy said, her tone expressing her disbelief.
    “Tell us everything,” Avery added.
    Ceara felt silly. Her fear wasn’t as strong as Izzy’s. But it was real to her. Demons made her jittery.
    “The guy you ran into on the terrace,” Izzy said a moment later, her voice rising as if she’d just realized something.
    Ceara nodded. “The demon started my way and I turned to… well, to run.” One day she’d be strong enough to stand her ground. But not today. “And I ran into the wolf. He kept me from falling. He must have seen my fear.”
    “Probably scented it,” Avery said quietly.
    “He acted like he was my… lover. Boyfriend? I don’t know. But it dissuaded the demon who left. The wolf, Maxim, asked if he could walk me somewhere. And I nodded.”
    “That’s it?” Avery asked, surprise and disappointment coloring her voice.
    “Well… no.” She didn’t want to give everything away. Not how deeply she’d been attracted to him. It was so new. She’d never experienced attraction before, on any scale. And to be hit with it to the point that she could hardly breathe some moments, where she could think of nothing but him, his hands, his lips. She felt drunk.
    “We’re waiting.”
    “The owner told us someone had spotted dolphins so we went up to the roof to look for them.”
    Avery’s inky-black eyebrows notched upward. “That’s it?”
    “We saw the fireworks.”
    “But were there fireworks between you?” she asked.
    “When he kissed me…” Ceara touched her lips. If she closed her eyes she could still feel his heat there.
    “Wait, wait, wait,” Izzy said, her accent thick. “If you like him, he kissed you, you saw fireworks, why is he not with you? Why are you here alone?”
    Ceara chewed her lower lip. “He says he can’t give me anything more than a night or two and that I deserve better than that.”
    Avery sighed. “I’m in love already.” She propped her chin on the heel of her hands and stared at Ceara.
    “You would be,” Izzy said.
    Avery was a serial dater. Always had a man on her arm. A man in her bed. Another on the phone. And one waiting in the wings. She simply loved men. If every man was like Maxim, Ceara would love them all too.
    Not that she loved Maxim. She hardly knew him. But what she knew of him, she liked. Except that he had walked away from her. She found that very pesky.
    “Will you settle with that?” Izzy asked.
    Ceara let her ponytail drop and sat up a little straighter. “You think I can change his mind?” She cocked her head and stared at Izzy. Both women were well versed in the ways of men. They’d each partnered up the first night on Mystic Isle. If she wanted to win Maxim around, they would know how to do it.
    Avery sighed and flopped back on her lounge. “Girl, of course you can