Page 45 of Bite Marks

Dana and I with our arms linked as we took shots of something lime green.

Kaylee, her legs in the air like a dead bug as she laughed her ass off while I tried to flip upside down on the rotating pole she wanted to use in her new routine. It was a less-than-flattering attempt. It was way harder than I thought it’d be to hold myself up on those damned things.

A photo of me smiling directly at the camera, posing with a drink in my hand like I was offering it to Ren. The flirtationin my expression was so obvious that I nearly closed the text thread.

Only to immediately wish that I had when I looked at the next image—Elsie and I standing barefoot on the bar, our bodies pressed together as we danced.

I chewed the inside of my cheek. That explained all the texts.

Ren

I hope you’re having a nice day off.

And that you drank some water when you got home.

The most recent message had arrived only a few minutes ago.

Ren

Are you watching the game? Mattel is on fire today.

Kaylee snatched the phone from my hands, scrolling through the photos and messages despite my weak hiss of protest.

“Oh my god,” she squeaked, excitement pouring off of her.

“What?” Danny asked, eyeing the device with interest as they paused with a piece of beef and broccoli hovering near their mouth.

“Just Vi’s girlfriend asking if she’s watching the game.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” I snapped.

Kaylee cast a look at Danny, victory in her eyes. “Yet.”

She tossed them my phone, which they caught one-handed, scrolling through the messages with a low whistle muffled by their bite of food.

“Which one is she? The blonde? So your type, Vi.”

“She’s not in any of those,” Kaylee scoffed, pulling up the club’s MagicMirror on her own phone and showing Danny a picture of Ren.

She looked fuckingedible, leaning against the bar with a perfectly poured glass of wine beside her, the sleeves of her black button-down rolled to the elbow to show off her inked arms. That stupid, sexy, crooked smile of hers was like Cupid’s fucking arrow.

Pussy kryptonite.

“And how about this one, who is she?” Danny asked, holding up my photo with Elsie, and I groaned, tipping my head against the back of the couch.

“That’sElsie.” Kaylee snickered.

“Would you shut the fuck up for once in your life, Kaylee?” I asked, defeated.

The two of them laughed, Danny setting my phone back in my hands.

I didn’t keep secrets from either of them. But I wasn’t sure if I was ready to admit to myself that I was attracted to a few of the vampires I worked with. Much less admit it to my sibling and best friend.

They’d try to talk sense into me. And I didn’t know if I wanted that. Not yet.

I winced as Danny raised an eyebrow in a silent command to spill the beans.

So much for that.

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