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my life-state made it impossible to serve in the military. How does one explain aversion to the sun or bright light? Or getting shot, surviving the ordeal, and recovering, besides? I served in other ways. I was a spy for the SIS during World War II, dangerous and necessary work. I was not the only vampire working covertly in such a manner. Since then, my occupations have not been quite so noble but have been rewarding nonetheless. I was at the cusp of the Internet boom, and admit I accumulated vast wealth during the dot-com era of the ’90s. I have been a model for the past twelve years. I enjoy working at my own pace and like the travel, and if I were to admit it, the adulation from women is indeed a bonus .
     
    Yes, she could imagine. Reading a little more, Deanna discovered he was an entertaining writer, poking fun at himself and certain situations through the decades. Funny, though—Burn never mentioned his family in any way.
     
    My admission to you of my loneliness was not planned, but truthful, and a shocking revelation even to myself. Immortality is not all it is cracked up to be. Along with my many lives, there have been many women, long-term affairs which brought short-term satisfaction but little else. I can say, with all honesty, never was my heart engaged. I began to doubt my capacity to care as the decades passed. Until I met you. It is difficult to explain just how deeply and quickly a vampire can feel this connection. The emotion is immediate and earth-shaking when the mate of the soul is recognized. And I recognize you, my darling, sweet Deanna.
    To quote Robert Browning: “I could with all the past were to do over again, that in it I might somewhat more, never so little more, conform in the outward homage, to the inward feeling, What I have professed, (for I have performed nothing) seems to fall short. Words can never tell you, however, form them, transform them anyway, how perfectly dear you are to me, perfectly dear to my heart and soul.”
     
    Deanna lowered the letter to the bed. She reached up to wipe a wayward tear from her cheek. Burn did not declare any profound, abiding love. His letter was not full of those sentiments. Instead, his missive was full of deep feeling, regret, and affection. Actually, she was glad he did not profess any love. Her cynical self would no doubt think he lied. But he was not lying here about the rest, and she knew it. With every pen stroke he laid his soul bare.
    Burn wrote he was far from perfect but with her, he wanted to try to be an honorable man and worthy of her attention. How romantic could you get? Well, he had quoted Browning.
    Deanna reached for the letter and grasped it tightly in her hand. Really, what did she know of him? A dinner date with no dinner and one devastating kiss. He’s a vampire, for God’s sake ! How could he feel so deeply in so brief a time? Never dreamed she would affect a man so. Not one as beautiful as Burn Sheridan. Risking her heart and feelings to such a self-professed imperfect man was indeed scary. But that was what made him—perfect.

Chapter Six
     
     
    By the time three o’clock rolled around, Deanna was ready to swipe out for the day. She’d made a few devious plans to avoid Burn. She checked the front entrance, and sure enough at one thirty, parked near the door, the menacing-looking black Town Car idled. She could sneak out the back receiving door and get the bus, but what would be the point? Burn would show up at her house and that was the last thing she wanted. Hey, Mom and Dad, meet my vampire-cover model boyfriend! Right .
    Seriously, why avoid him? Last night played over and over in her mind, from the soul-searing kiss to his heartfelt letter. Burn charmed her down to her crew socks. Besides, she still had more questions. Immortality? How would it work? Would she become another in a long line of women with whom he had long-term affairs, bringing short-term satisfaction but little else? Talk about