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magical and momentous events.
    Scrumptious Niven led me through a parking area, next to the creek that runs through the center of town, and over to a grassy oasis, replete with benches, pot-smoking lay-abouts, and enthusiastic fornicators.
    While it isn’t usually my style to allow one of my “companions” to call the shots or take command, I found myself amused by Niven’s assumption of my acquiescence. In fact, I was getting a going-to-the-prom rush (okay, so I have no idea what that would feel like, really. Play along, won’t you?) from the mere touch of his hand holding mine. Since it felt good, I decided to continue doing it.
    He navigated us to a relatively human-free area and audaciously backed me up against the trunk of a huge tree, where he proceeded to run his hands up and down my arms. I have to say that I was really enjoying my temporary role as wolf in sheep’s clothing. I figured there’d be plenty of time later for this delicious dish to find out what kind of cage he’d rattled.
    I was wearing one of my favorite pairs of boots – the ones with the stiletto heels – which put me almost eye to eye with Niven as he leaned down slightly to peer into my eyes.
    By the way, I’ll bet you’re wondering how I could walk through the grass in stilettos without having the heels penetrate the landscape with every step? You know, creating a trail of pool-cue-tip-sized holes? Not to mention the actual physical challenge of keeping my weight balanced on my toes? Well, there’s a simple answer. Vampires don’t walk. We glide. We dance. We flow. Okay, back to Niven.
    Hmm. That was the second time he’d gazed into my eyes without falling into the usual enchanted stupor. I’d been so caught up in his adorableness that I hadn’t noted his lack of response the first time. What’s up with that?
    So I asked him.
    “How is it that you are able to look into my eyes? Since you obviously know what I am, you probably know about the eye thing.”
    “I do know what you are, and I know about the eye thing, but I have no idea why it doesn’t seem to affect me. Maybe that’s just another one of my idiosyncrasies, like being able to entrance people with the sound of my voice. Which, by the way, doesn’t seem to have much effect on you. To borrow from the story of the Ugly Duckling, I’ve always been a swan among ducks. A misfit.”
    I wasn’t going to tell him, but his voice did seem to have an oddly soothing effect on me. His speaking voice was as enticing as his singing voice – velvet in my ears. Strangely unsettling.
    “My, my. Gorgeous and intelligent. Aren’t you afraid of me?”
    He leaned in closer, still rubbing my arms. “Something about you excites me, but I’m not afraid. Should I be?”
    “Oh, yes. You should be very afraid.”
    His lips curved at the corners, and he moved one of his hands over to my necklace and began tracing it with his finger, especially concentrating on the southern portion. His hair fell forward and flowed across my arm like a silky veil. I indulged myself by grabbing a handful and moving it around in my hand. It was, indeed, as soft as it looked.
    I was beside myself with intrigue. Here was a potential victim who not only didn’t fall into a charmed sleep just from locking eyeballs with me, but who didn’t give off the fear vibration I’d gotten so used to – and so aroused by – in the past. And he was acting so boldly. Practically feeling me up out here in the park.
    This really was totally unexpected. Usually men respond to me like the flies in a Venus Fly Trap: they are attracted, intoxicated, and then dead. Having one of the flies try to take control of the trap was without precedent.
    But damned if I wasn’t even more fascinated now.
    “What did you mean that you were waiting for me?” I asked, imagining all the places I’d like to put my mouth.
    “This might sound strange, but then again maybe not much sounds strange to a vampire. I haven’t been here long, but