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of made sense. When I wash it and pull it up, it smells stronger of shampoo when I let it down. 
    Vance was at my side and punched the guy who had just lost his grip on my hair. Everything went back to fast forward. I got a glimpse of Julia with someone dangling off her arm at the bar. Then the crowd surged again and I lost sight of her. 
    “Run!” The bald, eagle tattooed, bouncer gave me a push toward the door. 
    “Run!” shouted Vance, aloud this time.
    So I ran. Out the door and into the parking lot. There! The car!  
    Footsteps pounded behind me, and I realized that I had lost ground by pausing to find the car. I ran as fast as I could, but the footsteps were close on my heels. The window was down, and I dove through it, head first. My hands clawed into the seat as soon as I felt it. I pulled frantically at the seat in an attempt to get me into the car and behind the wheel. 
    Instead, something stung my ass.
    Shit. Leave it to me to get my first vampire bite in the ass.
    I reached up and laid my hand on the horn, blasting it through the lethargy that was attempting to take over my senses. And then I didn’t care. Turns out what they say about vampire bites being erotic…
    Oh, yeah.
    It was like a hot fudge sundae was melting in my mouth as I lay in the sun on some tropical beach and got a massage. It was good . Then Vance got there and ripped the guy off me and pushed me the rest of the way into the car. He slid in the driver’s seat while I tried to sit up. 
    We squealed out of there like a bat out of hell.
    I sat up and looked out the windshield. Everything appeared fuzzy and far off. I looked at Vance, while he steered the car at breakneck speed. Vance was clear. Very clear. He was the only thing I was able to focus on with out the image jiggling.  
    And he smelled nice. Sort of a soapy, steak smell.
    I smiled at him.
    “Crap.” He glanced at me, then back to the road. “Blood lust.”
    I furrowed my brow then remembered to clear it. I am almost forty, you know. “I thought that was when you wanted blood?” I distinctly remembered that from some vampire book or movie. I don’t live in a cave. Pop culture, I get. I don’t take it seriously, so I don’t believe in vampires. Didn’t, I corrected. I had just been bit in the nether regions by one. I might want to rethink that. Anyway, I had heard of blood lust and couldn’t see what it had to do with why Vance looked so serious just now. 
    “Or when you are turned on because of blood loss or receipt.”
    “Huh?” Whatever. He looked really, really good in the light from the streetlights.
    “You are suffering from a rush of…I think, endorphins? Whatever the brain releases that says ‘have sex,’ that chemical is flooding your brain right now.” 
    “Okay.” I reached out and slid my hand into that gorgeous hair of his, close to his scalp so that I felt the heat from his head, too. 
    “Janie, just put on your seat belt. It will wear off in a minute.”
    “Okay,” I agreed and cheerfully ignored his request. Sliding closer to him, I grazed my teeth against his jawline. He pulled back. Spoilsport. Not daunted,I nibbled on his earlobe and traced my lips down his neck to catch the healed flesh that I stabbed earlier. Why had I stabbed him anyway? It was much more fun to taste his skin. He pulled back again. Our eyes locked. 
    He swerved the car into the BP and parked, somehow without loosing eye contact with me. Catching me at the waist and he pulled me to him. I sat half on him, half on the steering wheel when he took possession of my lips.  
    The kiss was better than a hot fudge sundae on a beach with a massage. I was the hot fudge. I melted into his arms. He was somehow stronger than anyone who had ever held me. His hands delved into my hair, pulling it and me closer. His lips covered mine and moved with mine. When his tongue slipped between my lips, I moaned a little and moved in his lap. His mouth roamed across my face to my ear.