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I should have known.
Vamps didn’t have a scent of their own. They simply picked up the smell of things and people that surround them, and for Aaron’s mate that consisted of Ted’s sweet treat.Dammit!I’d been so overwhelmed by all the delicious aromas that I never stopped to think why I hadn’t picked up a distinctive personal smell for him or much of anything else.
“How do you think Aaron will react?” Rosalina asked.
“Oh, I don’t think it’ll go over well.”
Vampires and werewolves didn’t mix. They barely tolerated each other, and a vamp was definitely not what Aaron was looking for.
“I knew it was too easy,” I said. “Maybe I should call the furniture store and cancel my order. I can sleep in my old bed and sit on a plastic bin.”
“Oh, Toni. I’m sorry. Why don’t we wait and see what Aaron says? Maybe he’s the most open-minded werewolf to ever live.”
“Yeah, right.”
“One can hope.”
Of course, there had to be a fly making itself comfortable in my ointment. If things were ever easy, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.
Heaving a sigh, I turned to leave just as a breeze picked up almost flipping the vamp’s umbrella on itself. He huddled under it, hiding from the sun. The wind carried his scents in my direction, giving me a full whiff of sun-drenched strawberries and sugar. Except this time, another scent came along. My nose twitched, grappling with the hint of a sour tang. I recognized it. I’d perceived it before at Eric’s party. The stoned vamp had smelled just like that, except way stronger. How odd.
“What is it?” Rosalina asked.
“Nothing.” I shook my head.
Most likely, raybow Vamp and Aaron’s mate had picked up that scent from some popular vampire hangout. But whatever. That didn’t matter. I had bigger things to worry about such as convincing Aaron that vampires and werewolves didn’t have to be mortal enemies.
Make love and not war, Aaron.Om.
I wondered if that line would go over well.
Chapter 15
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ON TUESDAY, I STRUTTEDinto the office, jingling the new keys to my condo.
