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The following evening, Ivie waited inside her apart anticipation lighting her body and herwhere the snowpack was going to squeak under your boots, theblue, and you had to wonder, if the earth could get this frigid, how the hell coldout her phone, she checked the time Five of And no texts or calls to cancel

"Houston," she said to theshe was staring out of, "we have a go Assu there isn’t a--"

And there he was Just a little early In that big car of his Was it a Bentley? Yup

Ivie broke free of the building like she was released from prison, and even the shock of the below-zero air on her face didn’t diot out fro"

"It is now"

He ca to open her door, but instead, he held his arms wide and wrapped her in an eood," she said into yet another cashht’s was navy blue His slacks were the saray And his black overcoat was et you in where it’s warer seat, he went around once again and got in with her

"You ready?"

"I ah I would like to point out that unless this can pull a DeLorean, we shouldn’t try anything transatlantic"

"A DeLorean?"

"The professor’s time machine that flew in Back to the Future?"

"What’s that? A movie?"

"You don’t know about Marty McFly? What the heck do you rich people do for entertainment?"

"Mostly count our hed as he put the engine in gear and they eased down the plowed road "You know, as pastio, that sounds like sooooo much fun No wonder so many of you have pursed looks of disapproval on your faces I thought that was just frohter

As he threw his head back, she s colus deep in his flesh, his vein open to her, her greed for him not just sexual, but for his blood

Silas let out a purr "You keep looking atto cancel our reservation and turn back around"

Ivie flushed and dropped her head into her hands "I’et you dinner, so there’s that"

"Okay, so this is an international restaurant thing?"

He glanced over, the beautiful planes of his face illuinal, a ured we’d do this sequentially So if we took a plane over the pond, the first thing we’d hit, if I were doing the itinerary, is the UK"

"I draw the line at haggis I pipe with compost and call it dinner"

"To each their own" He smiled in her direction "After all, it’s not what the food actually is, but your associations of it For all we know, that’s sonon"

"Or in my case, their Kraft Mac & Cheese" She patted her coat "On that note, I hope the place is not too forht to work, so I’m casual and comfortable under this"

"You’re perfect, that’s what you are"

"You’re a char, her smile so pervasive and persistent, she had to look out the sideto keep it to herself--as opposed to sitting next to hi loon

Ten minutes later, she let out an "OMG"

The restaurant he pulled into was the anti-Sal’s, nothing fancy but rather a quaint cottage that looked like so out of a Harry Potter novel Made of stone, with a short-stack chie stamp of snowed-in lawn, the pub was all about the homey and cozy, a little bolt-hole of mom-and-pop in an otherwise business-zoned area of Caldie’s suburbs