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“Give me the bad.” My stomach rolls. I’ve had enough bad news.

“When I called Ryker, Serenity was listening. She is eager to meet you. She demanded Ryker bring her to see you. I then explained we were going out to eat.” He rolls his eyes. “She then agreed to meet us at the restaurant and demanded Ryker bring her there. Of course, the fearsome vampire caved like a baby in the eyes of his very pregnant mate.” I’m smiling at his pouting face. “What’s the good news?”

“The clothes fit. You look edible, and I get to eat a meal out in public with you.”

“That’s so sweet,” I say, blushing. I say nothing of the fact that I hope the button doesn’t pop when I eat.

“Another warning,” he starts. “I will only be sweet to you. I will break a motherfucker’s hand if he touches you. I might even gouge out an asshole’s eyes if he looks at you too long.” He sighs. “We haven’t discussed my anger issues.”

Maybe that should scare me, but all I feel is humor and pleasure. “I’ll take my chances.”

I should be more worried about meeting the vampires than keeping my eyes off Elijah. He’s wearing a soft green flannel that brings out his eyes, crisp dark blue jeans, and cowboy boots. A black cowboy hat is pulled low over his eyes.

I want to jump him.

I have never had a cowboy fantasy, but I do now.

My shaky hands were in my lap most of the ride until he reached over, grabbed one, and smoothed it over his thigh.

The heat is almost suffocating.

I want to turn around and go home. My body is screaming for the release only he can give me. He makes me want to show my neck and submit.

The shit knows it, too. How can he miss the smell filling up the truck? His ever-present smirk tells me he hasn’t.

We pull up to a cute building with tables spread around the front.

“I would never let anything happen to you,” Elijah assures me.

“I know,” I say softly, squeezing his thigh.

“If it’s too much, we can go.”

“I want to meet them.” I’m ninety-percent sure I do. Okay, maybe seventy-percent. I don’t have much experience around vampires. Elijah’s story is fresh in my mind.

“They're here,” he says gloomily.

He lets my hand go and gets out. My door is opened and my hand is taken back. I press close and watch as the stunning couple who is clearly waiting for us appears.

Ryker is dark from head to toe. Black dress shirt covers his giant frame, and black slacks encase his muscular thighs. He has on shiny black shoes and I spy a shiny knife tucked into his waist band. He has long black hair, and startling eyes. He is stunning in his beauty.

His mate is no less stunning. She has long blonde hair, an angelic face, and a blinding smile. She has curves that would attract anyone and her men’s clothes do nothing to take away from it. She is dressed in a long black dress shirt that must be Ryker’s and black leggings. Her belly is so big that I expect she could give birth any minute. Her skin almost glows in the street lights. She looks gloriously happy.

Ryker has his arm wrapped around her with his fingers gliding softly over her stomach. Love shines from both of them.

“Saylor,” Serenity says. “I’m so happy to meet you. I’m sorry we invaded time with your mate.”

“It’s fine. It’s nice to meet you.” I wave off her concern. Her eyes are what startles me.

“I know, they are white. I have contacts, which I usually wear when I go anywhere but I don’t feel like putting them in anymore,” she huffs.

“They’re gorgeous,” I assure her. They are both so beautiful it’s hard to look at them.

“Saylor,” Ryker says, tipping his head.

“You're paying for the meal,” Elijah says, glaring.

“Elijah,” I whisper shout.