Page 73 of Twilight Destiny

“Yes. We photograph.”

“I have a friend at work who’s dying to see what you look like. Would you mind if I took your picture and sent it to her?”

“Okay by me, as long as she’s not a hunter.”

“She’s a dental hygienist.”

“That doesn’t mean she doesn’t hunt vampires in her spare time.”

“Very funny,” Rosa said, reaching for her cell phone. “I won’t send it to her if you’d rather I didn’t, but I would like one for me.”

“With or without fangs?” he asked dryly.

Rosa burst out laughing. When she caught her breath, she said, “Without is fine.”

She took a couple of Jake by himself and a selfie of the two of them. She decided not to send them to Bria, thinking it would be more fun to see her friend’s reaction face-to-face when she got a look at Jake.

“So, what would you like to do tonight?” he asked.

“Go bowling?”

“Bowling?”

“Don’t you know how?”

He snorted. “My average is about 270.”

She should have known. He’d had centuries to practice. “You’re on.”

“Have you had dinner?”

“No, but I can grab something at the bowling alley.”

It was Monday night, but early enough that the lanes were mostly empty. They rented shoes, picked a couple of colorful bowling balls from the racks, and walked down to their lane.

“I think I should get a handicap,” Rosa said as she tied her shoes. “My average is only about 130.”

“I’ll spot you fifty pins. How’s that?”

“How about a hundred?”

“All right,” he said, grinning. “A hundred.”

They were about half-way through the first game when Rosa noticed that the women on the lanes at either side of them couldn’t stop staring at Jake. Not that she could blame them. He was clad in a pair of faded jeans and a black, short-sleeved tee shirt that emphasized his broad shoulders and impressive biceps. And not only was he gorgeous, but he moved with a kind of lithe grace that was beautiful to watch.

She was somewhat surprised when a teenage girl approached her.

“Miss? Can I ask you a question?”

“I guess so.”

“Is he a movie star?” the girl whispered.

Rosa bit back a laugh. “No, sorry.”

The teenager sighed. “You sure are lucky.”

“I think so, too.”

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