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all kicked into gear, that something can be anything from plague, to fire drill, to Mr. Crazy waiting for me in the shadows, to an army of vampires capturing every witch and holding them hostage in exchange for my head.
    Muffled laughter reaches down the hallway towards me, and as I reach the front door I discover that everyone is in the front room, the common room, watching a movie. They’re laughing and passing snacks around. Totally fine and not at all vampire hostages. I chide myself for being so worried and press through the front door into the cold.
     

Chapter Five
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Noah and I decide to have a simple dinner at his apartment. Well, he suggests it and I jump all over it because, well, I don’t feel like being out in public right now, what with the possible deal where the vampires want me dead. But just because we’re not going out, doesn’t mean I don't take my time getting ready for him.
    I shower and shave and primp and spritz. And then, after all that, I use a little magic on my hair and makeup and smile at my reflection in the mirror. I slide into my best jeans, the ones that make my legs look long and my butt look great. Pair them with a long sweater and a necklace.
    I keep checking outside my window for footprints in the snow. Keep reminding myself that it’s still daylight and the vampires wouldn’t be out yet. I realize that I’m being a little unreasonable and need to calm down. I’m perfectly safe out here. And I’m a witch, for heaven’s sake! If I’m not safe, I’m totally capable of taking care of whatever’s out there.
    Still, I have to swallow hard around fear and find myself checking my surroundings with extra care as I lock my door behind me. And the relief I feel at getting in my car and pulling out of the driveway? That’s just gonna have to stop. Not gonna fly. I chose this place because I love it. There’s no way I’m going to let anyone or anything ruin that for me. As soon as I get home, I’m going to put some wards up and give the place a thorough magical once over. If there’s anything to be scared of, I’ll find it then.
    Feeling better about myself for having some semblance of a plan, I turn on the radio, snuggle into my seat heater, and sing just a little too loud on my way to Noah’s. By the time I pull in next to him, I’m in a full blown good mood. And by the time I’m knocking on his door, I’m nearly giddy.
    And when he pulls open the door and leads me inside to a candle lit apartment, wraps me up in a warm embrace, brushes his lips against my neck, my jaw, my lips, teeth ever so delicately grazing my ear, I’ve completely forgotten about whatever it was that had me uneasy at home.
    We don’t make it to the bedroom. Hell, we barely make it to the couch. And that’s where we are now, all tangled up in each other, skin on skin, my cheek to his chest, his lips pressing kisses into my hair.
    “Well, it sure is good to see you,” I finally say, untangling myself and searching for my bra. Noah makes a pouty face as I put it on and pull a shirt over my head.
    “Do you have to?”
    “Have to what?”
    “Put them away.” And then he reaches for me, pulls me back in for another long kiss, a kiss that’s quickly heating up and stirring passion back into my body.
    “You could just take your shirt off again,” he whispers in between kisses, his breath dancing across my mouth. I don’t even have to think twice about complaining, about putting up a fight. I pull my shirt back over my head, unclasp my bra, and drop them both to the floor before losing myself in a Noah’s body once again.
     
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    “I like watching you cook,” I announce from my spot at the breakfast bar, beer in hand, body still kind of quivery from Noah’s passionate greeting. And second greeting.
    “Oh ya?”
    “Yep.” I take a drink. “Was just thinking about it this morning.”
    “Really?” He draws the word out and turns around, spatula in hand, and