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"Do my clothes pass inspection?" I asked quietly, hoping he said yes, because I was going to run away from him and hide if he said no.

"They do, actually," he said.

"Goody," I muttered sarcastically, and his lips twitched.

"Nice boots," he murmured.

"Thanks," I said cheerfully. "You ought to like them since you're the one who bought em for me."

"Clearly, I have impeccable taste."

"Clearly," I agreed with him.

"Are you ready to go?" He asked me.

I wanted to say no because I had no idea where we were going and wouldn't be ready until he told me, but then that would have ruined his surprise and I didn't think that would be much fun for him, so I simply nodded my head and gave him a small smile.

The corner of his lips tipped up and his eyes shone with amusement. I had a feeling he was amused because he knew it was killing me to not know what was going on, and that was probably the reason he didn't tell me in the first place.

He took ahold of my hand and I winced. My palms were sweaty, and I wanted to rip my hand out of his and wipe it off on my pant leg. Damien either didn't notice, or he didn't care, because he squeezed my hand and pulled me along beside him as he made his way through the house towards the mud room.

"Have fun, you two," Dash called out as we passed the living room.

I smiled at him and gave a dorky little wave in response. He was sprawled out on the couch with Binx lying on his stomach and the remote control to the tv in his hand. He didn't wave back because it was dorky, and Dash wasn't a dork, but he did smile sweetly at me before turning back to the tv and lifting the remote towards it.

"Do you think this is weird?" I asked Damien quietly.

"Is what weird?" He asked me back as he opened the front door.

"You and me going out and Dash telling us to have fun."

In all honesty, itwasweird because it wasn't normal to be in a relationship with more than one person at a time. Most people would think it was gross and slutty to date so many people at one time. I didn't think it was either, and it usually didn't bother me when I did think about little ole me having a relationship with several different guys, but now that I was actually going out to do something with one of them it hit me. I would be outside amongst other people, normal people, and they would likely see me out and about with more than one of them, and I wondered what they would be saying about me. Would they call me a whore like most people in town had called Vivian? Would they whisper about how the apple didn't fall far from the tree? I thought it was highly likely that they would. Look at how those girls had treated me in the diner the other day. It would get worse if I was seen around with different guys each time.

Damien shrugged.

"Maybe it's weird," he said. "But I wouldn't know because I was raised to want this type of relationship."

Right. I hadn't forgotten that part, that they all wanted to share a girl even though they sometimes argued about it and didn't always act like they wanted to share. They'd been raised with the mindset that they would one day be sharing a female between their whole coven if they were lucky enough to land a girl with magic. And, what's more, they all wanted it.

If our roles were reversed I can't say it’s something I would have been all fired up to do. I didn't think sharing was my thing, especially not when it came to my boyfriends. Which wasn't exactly fair, now was it?

"I hope you don't mind," he said as he bleeped the locks on his SUV, "but Julian might be joining us some time tonight. I thought he had plans, and would be gone for the night, but plans changed, and he will be back early."

"I don't mind," I told him, and hoped I didn't sound as relieved as I felt at hearing this news, because it wasn't nice.

Damien's SUV looked even more expensive than my Rover did, and it was twice the size. The front grill had the emblem for Cadillac on it, and I knew enough to know it was an Escalade. It was so big that I didn't think I would have been able to back the thing up without running something over. Unless it had one of those nifty cameras in it that were specifically for backing up. I was betting it did.

To my surprise, Damien came around to the passenger side of the SUV and opened my door for me.

"Thanks," I murmured as I climbed up into the big SUV.

"Of course," he muttered back as he shut the door behind me.

Ha! I was right, and there was a screen that when the vehicle was turned on I imagined would show behind the SUV. I wanted one of those for the Rover because it was sweet.

I peeked back between the two front seats as Damien climbed in on his side. There were two different rows of seats back there, and I couldn't imagine ever needing that much space in a vehicle, but then again, up until I had met them I'd never had a friend before. Maybe Damien knew lots of people he drove around with in his SUV. Or, maybe the guys rode around with him a lot. But, it was simply too much vehicle for one person, or so I thought.

"Seat belt," he grunted, and I snapped around to face forward again.