“When on a date a man and a woman justice each other.” Death blinked slowly at me. “Do I have that correct, Delaney?”
“Yes.” My voice strangled and I was sure Ryder noticed, which just made me want to smack one of them. Both of them.
“I can only assume you will take the necessary protection with you,” Death said.
“Don’t worry,” Ryder said. “I never leave home without it.”
“You both suck,” I mumbled.
“What was that you said?” Death asked.
I ignored him and climbed into the Jeep. Ryder slid into the passenger side. Death, wisely, stepped aside as I cranked the engine and started down the drive.
“Where are we going?” Ryder asked. “I mean since it’s a date, and we’re gonna justice each other, I want to know if I’m dressed appropriately.”
“You are a jerk.”
He grinned. “You’re cute when you blush.”
“Shut up. Never leave home without it? I’d rather not share that part of my personal life with Death.”
“I was talking about my gun. For protection, remember? I’m a reserve officer, I always carry it. What didyouthink I was talking about?”
“Ha-ha-larious.”
He grinned again. “So, gods, huh? The real all mighty fire and brimstoners own kite shops?”
“Yeah, in Ordinary they do. Believe it or not.”
“Not. But then I didn’t believe in vampires a few years ago. Rossi...” He squinted out at the scenery. “Yoga blood sucker. That’s one I’ve never heard of.”
“You don’t think vampires should do yoga?”
“Seems a little out of their norm.”
“There’s a norm?”
“You know...darkness, goth, eyeliner.”
“Wow. Racial profiling much? What kind of vampires have you met?”
Something flickered in his expression. I knew exactly the kind of vampires he’d met.
“The intense ones.”
“Rossi’s intense.”
“I can see that. But he’s also...human.”
“Don’t let him hear you say that.”
“Why? Does he have something against humanity?”
That question carried a lot of undercurrents.
“I don’t think he’d live here if he did.”
“Which means?”
