I gave her a call, and we met up at a café just off I-5. Tawny was easy to spot when she entered the place. Despite the fact that Tawny had been kind of a con artist when she was a mortal—a profession you’d think would lend itself well to succubus work—she was actually pretty horrible at seduction. Oh, she could still get guys to sleep with her, but it was more thanks to her availability rather than any particular wiles on her part. In particular, she was convinced that the most alluring form she could take was that of a six-foot blonde with breasts that would have given a human a back injury. Tawny also had a penchant for spandex and metallic fabrics that I found disturbing but that delighted Hugh and the vampires to no end. I made a mental note to tell them about the chartreuse hot pants she wore today.

“Georgina!” she exclaimed, dancing over to my table on gold stilettos. “I’m so happy to see you.” She held out her arms, like maybe I was supposed to stand and hug her, but I remained sitting. Taking the hint, she sat down as well. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m going to Vancouver,” I said, wrapping my hands around my white chocolate mocha. “Jerome wanted me to stop by and see how things were going.”

Her eyes lit up. “Great! I’ve been spending a lot of time over at Western.” She leaned forward and spoke in a sage voice. “You know, if you’re ever having trouble getting someone into bed, you should go check out college guys. They’re so easy.”

“Thanks for the tip,” I said dryly. “I’ll keep it in mind.”

She pursed her lips and eyed me. “Doesn’t look like you need it, though,” she added wistfully. “I could never get a glow like that.”

Too bad she hadn’t seen the glow in full effect yesterday. It would have blown her away. “You will,” I said. “Someday.” Some day far, far away. Tawny had miles to go before gaining the subtleties required to land really moral guys.

“I don’t know how you do it. You aren’t even blond. I mean, maybe a little, but mostly you’re a brunette. I just don’t see guys going for that.”

My hair was long and light brown, lightly highlighted with gold. My eyes were a hazel-green that I also suspected didn’t fit in with her worldview of what was sexy, at least if her baby blues were any indication. “Yeah, well, some people are into kinky stuff, I guess.”

The waiter showed up and took our lunch orders. I made myself comfortable and prepared to do some mentoring.

“So,” I said. “You got any questions?”

Tawny titled her head, long-lashed blue eyes filled with thought. “Yeah. There’s something I’ve been wondering about.”

“Okay, go for it.”

“These colleges guys . . . they’re kind of, like, fast.”

“Fast?”

“Yeah. You get them into bed, and it’s over before it begins.”