“Damn, it’s cold out there.” Edge stepped in, bad temper stamped on his face. “You know, I’m getting tired of babysitting a bunch of plants.” He glanced at Cinn. “I’ll babysit you anytime. Too bad you’re attached to the leaf-people.”

The tension in the room shot through the roof. Great. Two large males with tons of testosterone in one small space was a formula for disaster.

Thank heaven Dacian had to leave before violence became an issue. With a surly nod toward Edge and a heated stare for her, he banged out of the greenhouse.

Too bad she’d been adjusting her sleeping schedule to Dacian’s waking hours, because now she’d have to sleep while Edge hovered. Maybe a little small talk would put her more at ease. “If you were up all night, how will you stay awake to guard the greenhouse?”

His smile would make most women forget what he was. Not her. Strange, though, that she didn’t have any trouble putting Dacian’s fangs on the back burner.

“I had a good night. The right people died. I’m running on adrenaline right now. But Bain will take over later in the morning and I’ll rest. Other than vampires, most nonhumans don’t need much downtime.”

So much for small talk. She didn’t want a blow-by-blow description of how the right people had died. Cinn faked a yawn. “Well, I’m still human, so I’ll say good night.” Without meeting his gaze, she stuck a pair of earplugs in her ears so noise wouldn’t wake her, stretched out on the cot, and pulled the covers up to her chin.

And somewhere during her rerun of the fantasy, she fell asleep.

If it weren’t for the snow, Cinn would’ve been bored to death. She’d risen in the afternoon to find Bain peering at her plants. That was better than him peering at her.

Outside it was snowing. Hard. So hard she couldn’t see a foot in front of her when she peeked outside. Even though she wasn’t from the area, she knew snow was rare in Galveston. Not only was the white stuff sticking, but at least six inches had already accumulated and it was getting deeper by the minute. Weird. The weather report had predicted forty-five degrees and cloudy. Not cold enough to snow.

She felt grimy, but she figured she’d wait until Dacian woke up. Then he could go to her room with her while she took a shower and got clean clothes.

Coffee couldn’t wait, though. “I’ll be back in a minute. I’ll just slip into the kitchen and—”