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arrived. While the mere presence of sunlight might not make him burst into flames like the movies, it sucked the energy from his body at an alarming rate. No vampire could last long in the daytime before his body shut down and dehydration killed him.
    Moments later, dressed and ready to leave, he bent to brush a kiss on her cheek when a voice in her head startled him. She dreamed, and he could hear the whisper of it in his own mind.
    Awaken, Abby. It's time.

 
    Chapter Three
     
    “I want to taste your every breath. In my dreams it was you.”
    Caleb's body clenched at the sound of Abby's breathy voice that escaped from the open door at The Dirty Drummer. Damn. He was running late tonight, and she was already on stage. His black cowboy boots hit the compacted dirt of the parking lot a little harder as he hurried inside.
    Stepping through the thick metal door, he was taken aback by tonight's atmosphere compared to what he'd experienced before. The lights in the bar were all turned down, and a spotlight lit up the stage. His breath caught at his first glimpse of the singer onstage. Gone was the casual appearance he'd seen last night, replaced with his Abby dressed in head to toe black leather. Her long raven hair framed a pale face, making her violet eyes appear luminous. Following her regally held neck, his gaze landed on the tight, black leather bustier that pushed her gorgeous breasts up and over the top while straining to keep them contained. For a few brief seconds his mouth watered as he remembered the unbelievable sight of her tits bared to him and him only. Tearing his gaze away from the tempting sight he drank in the rest of her outfit.
    Her slim leather pants rode low on her hips, baring a tempting strip of flesh he needed to bite. He closed his mouth to hide the fangs that elongated at the very thought. The little minx on the stage gyrated her hips in a slow, seductive wag, causing the crowd of drunken men to cheer and whistle. A dangerous red haze filled his vision. His fully descended fangs cut into his bottom lip. He had half a mind to drag her out of the club by her hair, take her back to his place, and show her that she was his.
    His? What the fuck? Why couldn't he get those thoughts out of his head?
    Thoughts of her body, her scent, her innocence had plagued his sleep all day long. He'd woken with a nearly uncontrollable thirst that only she could quench. He'd been forced to hunt in an attempt to abate the bloodlust, or he would have been unable to control himself around her. And the last thing he wanted to do right now was scare the hell out of her. Funny, now he believed a good scare might be just what she needed. He’d throw her off balance with a little surprise.
    He chuckled. What a sadist he was becoming.
    No, he was in control, and he would wait. Stalking his prey had become a necessary skill in his world. He'd learned the fine art of patience if nothing else in all these years. Caleb found a small table in the darkest corner of the room and signaled to one of the waitresses. After ordering his favored scotch, he sat back to watch.
    Abby had moved into a rousing country rock song that had the crowd roaring along with her. Every time her boots stomped the scarred wooden stage, the audience stomped and clapped at the same time. She had the crowd riled tonight, and appeared to love every minute of it. Caleb was restraining himself and the effort to do so kept his back teeth locked tight. He raked his fingers through his hair and turned away from her, his attention going from man to man. The lust they felt for her was beyond obvious. He didn’t need to see their desire, the room reeked with it. She was his .
    With his anger rising, Caleb mentally withdrew from the scene in front of him and attempted to reel in his wayward emotions with thoughts of the mission, the real reason he’d come to this two hick town. He couldn't let his developing attachment to this woman interfere with finding that damn cousin