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Vampire Christmas

She was just starting to panic when the French doors opened at the other end of the room, admitting a draft of cool night air - and David.

He stopped short in surprise, blue eyes widening. Despite the dictates of common sense, Amelia found herself staring at him with starved longing. His dark hair was longer than she remembered, as if growing out of the stern cut he'd affected as a cop. He wasn't as deadly pale and drawn as the last time she'd seen him. If anything, he looked even more tough and fit, and those broad shoulders looked even wider.

Then again, it might have been all the black. David was dressed in a black turtleneck and black trousers, with a long leather duster swirling around his booted feet. The clothing looked so expensive and well-cut, Amelia wondered if Varina had bought them for him. The thought was accompanied by another stab of irrational jealousy that made her grind her teeth. Her inner green-eyed monster didn't seem to care that Varina was married.

It was easy to see why anybody would want to cheat with such a stud. David had one of those starkly masculine faces, broad across the cheekbones and wide at the jaw, with intriguing hollows here and there. His nose was a trifle long and hawkish for a true GQ male beauty, but his mouth made up for it, with a full lower lip and a hint of a dimple. He'd hated those dimples, though they, along with those dark-lashed blue eyes, made him irresistible to anything female.

Including vampires, apparently.

God knew Amelia had never been able to resist him. And still couldn't. Despite everything, pain and need lodged in her heart.

It had been so long.

As she gazed at him in besotted fascination, he smiled slowly. Amelia realized that while she'd been checking him out, he'd been returning the favor. And since she was stark naked, his view was a hell of a lot more comprehensive.

"Well, well," David purred finally. "Look what Santa dragged in."