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“All I know is that Kevin is not third-date material,” Tess said with a dramatic sigh. “Maybe I should track down a witch who can do something about my jaw.”
“You could,” I agreed. “But we both know that it’s risky to use magic for medical-type things.”
“Oh, hellfire. Remember that girl who lived across the hall for a few months last year? She paid some witch she found online to remove a mole on her face.”
“And then it became sentient and complained about everything she wore, ate, or watched on TV.”
“She ended up having to pay three times. Once to get the thing cursed. Again, to get it un-cursed. Then, finally, to get it surgically removed. What a mess. Fine. I’ll deal with my clicking jaw.”
“You could wear the inflatable neck brace your doctor recommended.”
“Right. Because that goes with this outfit,” Tess said, waving a hand down her long, fit body that had the kind of curves I could only dream about. “Nothing hotter on a date than telling a guy, ‘Hold on, sweetie. I just need to pump up my neck brace real quick.’”
“Fair point.”
“Oh, wow. You’ve outdone yourself with this bread,” Tess said, grabbing another chunk and shoving it in her mouth.
As she chewed, I could hear her jaw clicking before Tess’s growl drowned it out.
“How about you go get ready for bed, and I’ll throw your rice bag into the microwave so you can heat the joint before you go to sleep?” I suggested, sipping my own wine.
“Okay,” Tess agreed, shoving more bread into her mouth. “Oh, I caught that new radio show on my way home,” she said, unfolding from the chair.
“I caught some of it too.”
“That man has one sexy voice.”
“I didn’t notice,” I lied.
Unfortunately, there was no lying to a demon. Tess turned back, a perfectly arched brow raising.
“Oh, please. That man could read me the encyclopedia and I’d be panting and writhing and begging for more, but you ‘didn’t notice’ his voice?”
“He’s kind of a jerk,” I admitted with a shrug.
“Of course, he’s a jerk. I mean, did you hear what he said to that baby vampire who let her immortal boyfriend turn her only to ghost her a week later when he ‘didn’t want to deal with’ the transition period through her newfound bloodlust?”
“I must have turned it down by then. Let me guess, he blamed her for being stupid enough to fall in love and get turned?”
“Something like that. Only way meaner. I wouldn’t be surprised if she tracks him down and keys his car or something.”
“God, did he have anything nice to say?” I asked.
“Well, I cut it off when he was giving a witch a speech about love spells.”
“To be fair, we both think love spells are unethical.”
“True,” she agreed, dramatically falling back across her bed, her arm raised to avoid spilling her wine. “Be a peach,” she demanded, sticking her legs up in the air.
“Remind me why I put up with this,” I said. I stepped forward to unzip each of her boots, then pulled them off, placed them in the closet, and shoved the fake leg things inside them that prevented creasing.
“Because I can get you into any club in the city?” Tess suggested.
“Clubs that I don’t want to go to.”
“Right. You’d rather stay in the house with your reading and writing.”
“Fictional men—” I started.
