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He would have to leave, wouldn’t he? He didn’t age, after all, so he could never stay in one place for too long. Besides, he’d lived God knows where around the world, and this sleepy little town would feel laughably small to him.

What would happen to her when he did go? He’d awoken something in her, something that felt barely within her control, and she wouldn’t know what to do with it when she saw the back of him.

“I need some time to think.” The words burst out of her.

If he was surprised, Kenton didn’t show it. Then again, one never knew exactly what went on in that enigmatic head of his.

“I’ve more to tell you, Alessandra. Much more.”

The lure was cast, but she would not be baited. Not in this.

“I’m sure you do. But I need some time.”

She pulled her hand away, summoning all of her inner strength, and said, “I’ll call you?”

“I look forward to it,” he said finally, inclining his head as if they’d just finished a dance in a grand ballroom, something he’d likely done more than once before. Just thinking about the events he’d lived through was enough to intimidate the most ardent student of history.

Attempting a smile, she watched him walk in the direction of his house. The Henry freaking Hutton mansion. Who lived alone in a mansion that had been an entire bed and breakfast?

Kenton did.

And suddenly the fact that he was a vampire didn’t even seem like the most enigmatic thing about him. Alessandra hardly knew anything about this man she’d been handing her heart to on a platter.

He was seven hundred years old, and she was a historian, for God’s sake. It was time to put those skills to use.