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I would be in control. And I was in Texas. It should be a cowboy. That thought was enough to make me smile as I sank into oblivion.

Three
    "Wake up, Glory. It’s dark outside.”
    â€œGo ’way,” I muttered as I blinked and met green eyes that were disgustingly alert. I stretched and nudged Valdez with my foot. “I thought you were protecting me. Bite her.”
    â€œShe’s cute.” Valdez actually rolled over and moaned when my intruder rubbed his tummy. “Harmless.”
    â€œYou want to bet on that, signor ?” Florence da Vinci smiled and showed an impressive set of fangs.
    I reached over to snap on the lamp next to the bed. “You don’t want to mess with Flo, Valdez.”
    â€œNo kidding.” Valdez sat up and eyed Flo who actually licked her lips. “Yeah, I get your point. Hah. Hah.” He jumped off the bed and trotted to the door. “I’m goin’. Someone downstairs will let me out.”
    â€œSure, beat it, you wimp.” I sat up and held out my arms. “You look wonderful, Flo. Freddy didn’t tell me you were in Austin.”
    â€œNot just in Austin. Here, in the attic. It’s pretty cool. We’re one big happy family now.” Flo hugged me, then stepped back to look me over. She shook her head. "CiCi told me you painted yourself orange. What were you thinking?”
    â€œI wasn’t, apparently.” I threw back the covers and got out of bed.
    â€œYou sleep in that ?” Flo drew back in horror. “You don’t let the handsome Jeremy see you so ugly, do you? Where’s your sexy negligee?”
    â€œJeremy’s not here and I don’t care if he sees me ugly.” Florence is an Italian Angelina Jolie look-alike who certainly knows her way around sexy. If anyone can put the vamp in vampire, it’s Flo. No one knows her real name. I first met her when she’d simply shown up in Scotland one day.
    â€œI didn’t just ‘show up,’ cara. Magdalena invited me when we met in Roma. And if I want to take the name of my favorite city and that of my dear Leonardo, that is my business, no?”
    â€œNo. I mean yes! Your business, nobody else’s.” Living with a bunch of vamps who could and would read my mind when they felt like it was going to be a royal pain.
    â€œSorry, cara. I’ll leave you in your sexless sack while I go dancing.” Flo flounced to the door. I had to admire that flounce considering she was tottering on four-inch red stilettos that matched her short skirt and halter top. She was any guy’s walking wet dream. No wonder Leonardo had painted her over and over again. According to her anyway.
    â€œWait!” I hurried after her, my gown billowing around me. “Dancing?”
    She turned and hugged me again. “Hah! Got you. I’ll try not to read your mind. It’s not nice of me, I know. But you should learn to block us.” Her eyes twinkled. “I sure don’t let anyone read my mind.”
    When she was right, she was right. Maybe I’d been so busy blending and hanging with mortals, that I’d become lazy when it came to using my vamp powers. And hanging with mortals had a downside. You see them get sick, die even. And while some vamps can turn a mortal without blinking an eye—hey, look what Blade did to me—I just can’t.
    Forever is forever, you know? Mortals don’t have a clue what that really means. I was on a headlong slide into depression and realized Flo was giving me a sympathetic look. Of course, she’d gotten all that “Woe is me” crap.
    â€œWhat’s this about dancing?”
    â€œWe’re making Freddy and Derek take us out, to show you a little of Austin’s night life.”
    â€œYou don’t have to ask me twice. Twenty minutes. Okay?”
    Flo looked me over. “Take thirty, cara. You do have something sexier in that bag of yours, don’t you? Frederick