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creepy titles and my breath catches as I read through them. Soulless: Real Accounts of Deals with the Devil, Demons in the Western World, and Lucifer: Friend or Foe . “Wow. Obsessed with the Devil much?”
    He chuckles as he piles the books back into a neat stack. “No, not really. I just find this stuff…interesting.”
    I raise my brow. “I guess I don’t have to ask why you’re trying to be my friend.”
    He cocks his head to the side, and I notice how gorgeous he is. Definitively not someone I picture as a demon fan-boy. “What do you mean?”
    “Look, I’m not into worshipping the Devil or anything. Dressing in black has nothing to do with liking evil. It’s a personal choice, and believe me, befriending demons is the last thing on my mind.” I shudder, getting a tiny flash of the five-year-old soul stealer. 
    “So, no Devil worship, huh?” He smirks.
    I flip to a new page in my book. “Nope.”
    “Well good thing that’s not why I’m trying to be friends with you.”
    I set my eyes sternly on him. “Why are you trying to be friends with me? Most people try their best to avoid me.”
    Rick draws a ragged breath. “Let’s just say I know what it’s like to be an outcast. Not accepted by the rest of society.” His face is deadly serious, and his gray eyes thrash like there’s a million lighting bolts trapped inside ready to burst free. Maybe he’s not like the rest of the assholes around here. He doesn’t seem like them at all. 
    I nod, curious about why he would ever be an outcast, but knowing it’s too soon to push for details if I want to make a new friend. 
    “Come on. Let me buy you dinner?” he asks. His crooked smile invites me in and fills my belly with tingles. “Please?” 
    I can’t believe I just swooned a little. Even though Stew’s being an ass right now, I still have some sort of feelings for him. Why does Rick have an effect on me?
    My bottom lip slides back and fourth between my teeth. Rick’s offer is tempting, especially since I am hungry. An apple for lunch doesn’t last long, and I want to find out more about this guy. His interest in me has me curious, but this is strictly as friends. “Sure.”
    He smiles wider and hoists himself up from the floor. He’s taller than I remember, at least six foot, and his thin, black tee shirt outlines his muscular frame, leaving little to the imagination. 
    I trail behind him to the check-out counter and wait while he pays for his evil reads. He grabs his sack, and I turn toward the exit. He rushes in front of me to open the door.
    “M’lady,” he says, with a hint of southern twang, and bends at the waist as I pass by. 
    Is he for real?
    We head to the parking lot and suddenly I wonder if this is a date. I’m so not ready to date anyone else, but a friend I can definitely handle. 
    “So what sounds good to you?” he asks.
    I shrug. “Doesn’t matter. Whatever you want is fine.” 
    “Get in.” He unlocks the doors to his sleek black sports car with his keyless entry remote. “We’ll figure it out on the way.”
    His car looks like the one that nearly crashed into me this morning. “You ever speed in this thing?”
    He grins. “Sometimes I do like to take things a little fast.”
    I roll my eyes and shake my head. Should I even ride with such a maniac driver? I look over my shoulder at my little green Focus and bite my lip. Riding with him makes this a date, doesn’t it? Maybe I should just follow him. 
    I stop in my tracks. 
    “I’ll bring you back to get your car.” It’s almost like he read my mind. Can he sense how hesitant I am? “Now, get in.” I meet his stare as he opens the passenger door. “Promise I won’t bite…unless you want me to.”
    He smirks as I walk toward him. If I wasn’t desperate for a friend, I doubt I’d get into some random guy’s car, but my life is what it is. Lonely. So, I nod and get in.
    I slide into his passenger seat and inhale the scent of leather and spice that