Page 45 of My Blind Date is a Demon

“But not now. Don’t you dare do it now. There is something else I need to do first.”

“What?” he asks when I remove my finger so I can drive again.

“Something personal. Don’t worry about it. I’ll let you know when I’m ready.”

“Like…later today? Tomorrow? Next year…?”

“Soon, okay,” I say. “I just need a little time to wrap my head around stuff.”

“Fine,” Damon says. “But don’t wait too long. I have a short attention span.”

“You have literally all the time in the world,” I say. “How can you possibly have a short attention span?”

“Oh, sometimes life just gets so tedious. I just need a change of scenery once in a while.”

“Hmm,” I say thoughtfully. If I am ready to date, I think I need to give this whole dating a demon thing a little more consideration. But then, that’s what dating is for, right? To make sure you are compatible.

“What?” Damon asks.

“Nothing,” I say. “Just…you know, me dating a demon and you dating a human. It’s all new to both of us. We just need to know what we are getting into.”

“I’ve dated humans,” Damon says.

“In this century?” I ask.

“Well…” he hedges.

“In this country?” I ask.

“Umm…”

“Monogamously?”

“Okay, well, that might be pushing it a bit too far,” he says, but I can tell he’s joking.

Wow, how weird is that? I know a demon well enough to know when he’s being serious or not. Life is just too wild.

“So, what are we going to do now?” Damon asks.

“I figured that while Bella is with my parents, we could check in with Beckett, and then go see Sophia and Jacob. You know, follow up with everyone on how their investigations are going. I’m not saying I want you out of my life, but, you know, I could do with not having to lug that silly cookie jar around anymore.”

“I don’t know,” Damon says, examining the jar. “I’ve grown kind of fond of it. My little home away from home.”

“Oh, that reminds me. What is going on with your shop?”

“What do you mean?”

“You said you have an antiquities shop in Milan. Is it weird that you’ve just popped off for a bit?”

“Oh, it’s fine,” he says. “I told my girl I was going to be gone for a bit. She knows how to run everything.”

“Your girl?”

“Yeah, you know. My shop girl.”

“Oh. You mean a shopkeeper?”

“Right.”

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