This was my new favorite time of day. Eight forty-five p.m., after the sun had set and night fell, was the hottest, at least in the vampire nest's kitchen. Because that was when Jacek and Eddie stumbled in with bedhead, sexy, sleepy smiles, and with morning wood. All of it - the whole, ahem, package - drove the air form my lungs. That feeling should have dropped me to the ground with oxygen deprivation. Which would require mouth to mouth...

"Belle?" Jacek had his hands posted on the ...