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slid the key into the ignition.
    Megan frowned. She didn’t remember giving him her keys.
    After a glance in the rearview mirror, he pulled away from the curb.
    â€œWhat made you come back to the shop?” Megan asked. “And what happened to all the things you bought earlier?”
    â€œI dropped them off at my place.”
    â€œYou must live close by.”
    He shrugged. “Close enough.”
    She gave him the directions to her house, then wrapped her arms around her middle, suddenly chilled. Nerves, she thought, but that was to be expected. She had just been through a traumatic experience. She and Mr. Parker could have been hurt, killed. If Rhys hadn’t come along when he did…
    She shook her head. He had been shot because of her. She couldn’t explain it, but she knew in the deepest part of her being that he had come back to the store because she had been in danger, which begged the question: how had he known?
    Rhys slid a glance in her direction. “You doing okay?”
    She nodded, but she couldn’t stop trembling. “You came back because of me, didn’t you?”
    He hesitated a moment before he said, “I was hoping to change your mind about that drink.”
    â€œI could sure use one.” She didn’t believe for a minute that was why he had returned to Shore’s. She was tempted to pursue the matter, but she just didn’t have the energy.
    They drove in silence for a few moments, and then she frowned. “Where are we going?”
    â€œYou said you needed a drink. I know just the place.”
    â€œIt’s late. I don’t think…”
    â€œOne drink,” he said, “and I’ll take you home.”
    Looking at him, at the gleam in his fathomless dark eyes, she knew without a doubt that Rhys Costain was more dangerous than a dozen armed thugs.
    Ten minutes later, he pulled up in front of a brick building. The name BLUE MOON flashed in turquoise neon above the entrance.
    Rhys came around the front of the car and opened the door for her. She hesitated when he offered her his hand, reluctant to touch him without knowing why. When he continued to stand there, his arm outstretched, she heaved a sigh, then placed her hand in his. His fingers were cool as they closed over her own.
    He handed her out of the car, then stripped off his ruined coat and bloody shirt and dropped them into the gutter. Opening the Camry’s rear door, he pulled out the shirt Mr. Parker had given him. After removing it from the wrapper, he shook it out and slipped it on.
    â€œNice,” he said, running his hand over the navy blue silk. He gestured toward the club. “Shall we?”
    Megan gestured at the gutter. “What about your clothes?”
    â€œI’ll have someone from the club dispose of them.”
    â€œOh.”
    â€œShall we?”
    Still somewhat dazed, Megan nodded.
    The Blue Moon was a small club that catered to jazz enthusiasts. Old black-and-white photos of famous, and not-so-famous, musicians lined the walls, interspersed with pages of sheet music autographed by singers and songwriters.
    Rhys guided Megan to a vacant booth and slid in beside her. He could sense the tension rolling off her in waves. A part of it was due to the incident at Shore’s, but Rhys knew his presence caused the majority of her nervousness. She was afraid of him without knowing why.
    He smiled inwardly. He knew why. Some mortals were sensitive to the presence of his kind. On some instinctive level, they recognized the danger he represented. Most dismissed it, overwhelmed by his vampire glamour.
    He ordered a bottle of vintage red wine, then settled back against the seat. His gaze trapped hers as, ever so gently, he whispered peace to her mind, his words easing away some of the tension that gripped her.
    When she relaxed, he said, “So, tell me about yourself.”
    â€œThere’s nothing much to tell. I was married, but it didn’t work