He lifted his arms into the air and widened his smile. “Hey, don’t shoot me. I’m not immortal yet.” His skin was lighter than I’d ever seen it, and his black hair had grown well below his shoulders, but as I slid my gaze down his lean frame, I recognized a familiar body part. We hadn’t seen each other for five months—and it had been a lot longer than that since I’d hung out with the portion of his anatomy in question—but there was no mistaking the unique endowment of my superficial, materialistic, narcissistic ex-boyfriend, Dr. Thomas Radcliffe. I lowered the gun. Relief swamped me and I stared into mischievous dark brown eyes. “Tom? What the hell are you doing here?” My naked visitor flashed an even-more-blinding Hollywood smile. “Didn’t you get my message? I told you I want to talk to Devereux. Zoë tells me he’s the big vampire cheese.” I struggled to keep a stern expression on my face, but couldn’t quite manage due to the fact that “Tom Junior,” as he used to call it, was twitching and bobbing like a dowsing rod.
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