His grin was cocky as he leaned back and ate another almond. My fluster worsened when he glanced at David with an infuriating, satisfied-male look on his face. So he had gotten me hot and bothered. It wasn’t hard to do when you knew what buttons to push, and my demon bite was a huge button, easy to hit and hard to miss. Plus, I loved him. “See you tonight?” he had the nerve to ask.

“Yes,” I snapped, but I was looking forward to it already despite my embarrassment that David had seen the entire incident. Okay, I was a witch with a vampire boyfriend. What did he think we did on our dates? Play tiddledywinks?

The hum of Jenks’s wings caught my attention, and the pixy landed lightly atop the dessert menu. “What’s up, Rache?” he asked, angular features concerned. “You’re all red.”

“Nothing.” I sipped my tea, the ice sliding down the glass and smacking my nose again. “You want some sugar water or peanut butter?” I asked as I set it down.

Kisten subtly moved himself farther onto his stool and away from me. Jenks’s wings increased their hum. “You sure you’re okay? You’re not sick, are you? You’re throwing off heat like you’ve got a fever. Let me feel your forehead,” he said, rising into the air.

“I’m fine,” I said, waving him off. “It’s all this leather. What’s Mr. Ray doing?”

Jenks saw Kisten smirking as he ate his almonds, then my hand covering my scar. The pixy’s attention went to David, who now had his back to us. “Oh!” Jenks sang out, laughing. “Kisten got you worked up? You tell him about Ivy kissing you, and he had to prove himself?”

“Jenks!” I shouted, and Kisten flinched, his face going white. From the end of the bar, David grunted, turning to look at me questioningly.

“Ivy kissed you?” Kisten said, and I could have just died.

“Look, it wasn’t a big deal,” I said, shooting evil glares at Jenks, who was now staring at me as if wondering why I was mad. “She was trying to prove to me that I couldn’t control her when she lost herself to her blood lust, and things got out of hand. Can we talk about something else?” Jenks was spilling dust to make a sunbeam on the counter. “Jenks, what is Mr. Ray doing?” I said, flicking an almond at him. Damn it, I don’t have time to deal with this right now.

Jenks stayed where he was as if nailed to the air, and the nut passed over his head to clatter behind the bar. “Bitchin’,” he said, smirking. “He’s been here for twenty minutes. And don’t let her fool you, Kisten. She’s been thinking about that kiss all afternoon.”