...“Margo knows you’re trying to fix me up?” My ex-sister-in-law is pretty much hands off when it comes to my social life. Or lack thereof. Because let’s face it. There aren’t a lot of dating opportunities for a forty-four-year-old gay vampire in a small town.

Larry gave me a little grin. “Yeah. She told me not to do it.”

“Smart woman.”

“Yeah.”

Neither of us said anything for a minute. Larry was probably thinking about Margo. I was thinking about my lack of social life. Even before I was a vampire, I wasn’t the life of the party. After the whole “vampire-slayer” experience, I’d got in kind of a rut. I woke up. Got out of the coffin. Had some blood. Worked on the accounts. Went for a jog. Read. Maybe went to a late night showing of a movie if it looked interesting enough. Crawled back in the coffin again. Same old, same old. Maybe a fix-up wouldn’t be so bad.

“So.” I stuffed my hands in my pockets. “You’re sure he doesn’t carry a stake around with him?”

Larry gave me a deadpan look. “He’s vegan.”

“Ha. He have a number?”

“Um. Well.” Larry ran his hand through his hair. He was going to be as bald as I was if he didn’t stop that, though I’m bald by choice. I like to think I have a Magnificent Seven-era Yul Brenner thing going for me.

“Um, well, what?” Larry was acting strange. “This guy is gay and available, right?” I thought of something. “What’s this guy’s name? He does have one, doesn’t he? Or is he just Guy?”

Larry shot me a look. “Very funny. Yeah, he’s got a name. He’s gay and he’s definitely interested in you.”

“How does he—” I didn’t get a chance to finish the question. The doorbell rang.

“Are you going to get that?”

“I thought I would.” I looked at Larry as I headed for the door. If he were one of those annoying little dogs, he’d be jumping four feet off the floor and yipping hysterically. “I’ve been known to answer my own door.” I threw it open. “Wh—” The words died on my lips.