“Introduce me.” She perked up, bouncing a little against the fountain’s edge. “If he’s as cute in real life as he was in that picture, I’m sure I won’t be able to think straight.”
Byron stood, though his legs felt like jello. “Tyler didn’t want me seeing you. You’ll need to explain to him, you know, all that stuff about the nicotine patch. Tell him you’re not going to fling me off the wagon.”
Amy laughed at his turn of phrase and took his hand while they walked slowly toward his building. The architecture was early twentieth-century, and he watched her take note of it. Vampires always seemed to love great architecture. As they inched slowly up the stairs, Byron clung tighter to her hand. Tyler would not be happy, not one bit.
“I saw you with that vamp girl!” he hollered the sec
