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that smile of his. Drawing me in.
    “Distract?”
    “Like I said, since we talked at the coffee shop until tonight not a meeting of mine went without thinking of you. I thought I was free from such seduction after becoming a Vampire but it became a new hunger layered on top of the other emotions.”
    About to say something, the wind gusted hard causing me to close my eyes and twist my head. When I turned to him jagged lightning sparked low in the distance. A big raindrop struck his shoulder and the water rebounded like a little July firework. Then another drop hit the bench and the next struck the top of my knee with a stinging chill.
    “The rain is coming. I can hear the wall of water rushing from the South.”
    Darkness smirked out there. The lights from the city of Livix still twinkled in the clear but I watched them begin winking and fading out.
    “We better go. We are at the highest point in fifty miles so that lightning will find us here,” he stood, stretching his hand out to me like a young prince, “those trees show shocks from past storms.” Striped lines of healed but blown bark raked the trunks of every tree in the park. The park bench even showed strange marks at the edge of the backrest.
    I reached to his hand and we walked toward the car.
    The rain stampeded up the hill. Thunderously loud and rapid. We ran. The car chirped and auto unlocked as we came close. Garin opened the door for me then scooted around to hop in his side. We had the doors closed as the heavy rain crawled over the car. Wipers on high wouldn’t clear the glass.
    “Oh!”
    “What?”
    “I forgot my purse at the bench.”
    “Really?” He leaned back in his seat, “And I didn’t move my car kit in here yet. So no umbrella. Maybe it will slow down raining soon?”
    “It’s probably still open,” I lifted my shoulders, “sorry.”
    “I won’t melt –”
    “No witches then either?”
    “No witches,” he said as he emptied his pockets and tossed the electronic fob for the car, his wallet, and phone in the center armrest bin. He put his hand on the door latch, “Why can’t women carry their stuff in pockets?”
    “Oh, a lot of work goes into this irresistibleness. Purses store that plus hopes and dreams … and some magic.”
    “Maybe witches do exist? Magic spells and all?” He popped the latch and the door swung out. Before the door swung back closed Garin sat again in his seat. Impossible speed. But not fast enough as he dripped water that ran off the new leather and caused the windows to fog. He pushed moisture from his face and streamed it out of his hair by combing it back with his hand. His hair looked chunky and thick like the hair gelled magazine models. His soaked jeans nicely tightened in the right places.
    His other hand held my purse. The zipper tightly closed. I didn’t remember doing that after getting my pen out. I opened the purse and everything remained dry.
    “Took me longer to find this.”
    I looked over to see he held my gel pen. “I could have lost that and not missed it.”
    “I know but I thought you might want it,” he gave it to me, “and I had already gotten wet.”
    “Thanks,” I put the pen back in my purse and zipped it up.
    “Well, lets get you back home. It’s late and rainy.”
    Garin started the car. It roared to life. Automatic sensors turned the lights on and the defroster on full and quickly drove the moisture from the windshield and the side windows. The system automatically stepped down the air blast. He pushed the clutch in. His wet shoes squeaking on the rubber pedals as he backed the car around and then we went down the gravel road.
    “Can you see? I certainly can’t!” I gripped the armrest.
    “It’s dark, but that’s one of the benefits of my certain affliction,” he turned his face toward her, his pupils wide again but the deepest black with the thin rim of blue iris.
    “Like a cat’s eyes I can see in much deeper darkness than any human.”
    “Goodness,