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die.” You think mortals get hangovers? Try a six day death wish.
    â€œHe only feeds when the clubs are closing, or he sees a drunk leaving a club early. That must be what happened tonight.” Derek shook his head. “The higher the blood alcohol level, the better for old Trev.”
    â€œYou’re kidding.” I wracked my brain. Had I ever fed from a drunk? “Maybe you’d get a buzz, but I’d still worry about a hangover.” “Cotton-Eyed Joe” started inside.
    â€œTrev doesn’t worry about hangovers when he’s getting a double whammy. A vicarious high.” Derek noticed my toe tapping to the beat of the music. “Forget Trevor. We promised you dancing. How’s this?”
    â€œPerfect. I’m so ready for a cowboy.” I pulled them both inside. “Both of you will dance with me, not with each other. In here I think that would get you beat up. But we’ll have a signal. If a good looking cowboy asks me to dance and I want to, I’ll say ‘Beat it, boys.’ ”
    â€œThat’s a signal?” Freddy laughed and shouldered us through the crowd. “Obviously you’re not into subtle.”
    â€œNope.” I scanned the room as we found a table near the dance floor. Fortunately the few waitresses seemed overwhelmed and no one asked for a drink order. I can drink things other than Bloody Merrys as long as they aren’t alcoholic, but I wasn’t here to drink. The bass was vibrating through my body and I was looking for Mr. Right Now.
    Derek pulled me up and onto the dance floor and we twirled into a two step. The man could certainly dance. After a few minutes, the lights dimmed and the song slowed to a sexy ballad. Tim McGraw. What a waste.
    I led Derek toward our table. Freddy had been joined by a cowboy. They stood with their backs to us. Nice broad back on Mr. Cowboy. Snug well-worn jeans, black Stetson and boots. He was tall, built and just what I’d been looking for.
    â€œDance, Cowboy?” I asked, putting my hand on his arm. Then he turned around, covering my hand with his. Blade. Damn it to hell.
    â€œDance? Sure, babe.”
    He pulled me onto the dance floor and into his arms. Chest to chest, thigh to thigh. Blade held me tight, his cheek against my hair and I didn’t bother to pretend it didn’t feel good. We moved to the music and, with my eyes closed, I could relax and lean into him. Solid. Strong.
    â€œYou look good.” The words drifted into my mind just as Blade leaned down to press his lips to my neck. Right over the old jugular. Naturally that’s a vamp hot spot and I felt his mouth on me clear down to my toes. My nipples sprang to attention and my body screamed “Come and get me.”
    No. No. No. I leaned back and looked up. He hadn’t missed the Glory hallelujah reaction. He was grinning and looking so much like a real cowboy that my heart squeezed. Time for a distraction. I wasn’t ready to climb back on this horse just yet.
    â€œWhat’s with the cowboy look?”
    â€œI’m blending. What do you think?” He rubbed my back.
    â€œI think you couldn’t blend if your life depended on it.” Oh, great. His life did depend on it. Mouth to brain— be nice.
    â€œMaybe you could give me lessons. On how to blend.” He looked around. “I thought I was doing all right.” For once he didn’t sound completely sure of himself. And didn’t that fire me up even more?
    â€œYou are. Really. And I love the hat.” My inner slut slipped my hand inside his back pocket. I’ve always loved his nice firm butt. “So why are you here blending? I thought you were in Lake Charles with Mara and your state-of-the-art security.”
    â€œI wanted to check on you. I left Mara there.”
    Glory one, Mara zip. As if this was a contest. I basked in Blade’s concern for a moment. Whoa. “Check on me? Like I’m not capable