It’s Kahlua, Sage. Packed With Sugar And

He Shook His Head In Mock Sympathy. "i Tell You, Sage. Sometimes I Think I Am The One Who Needs To Take Out The Restraining Order On You.

ʺwhere Is It?ʺ I Asked. ʺlexington, Kentucky.ʺ ʺoh For Godʹs Sake,ʺ I Moaned. ʺwhy Not The Bahamas? Or The Corn Palace?ʺ Dimitri Tried To Hide A Smile. It Might Have Been At My Expense, But If Iʹd Lightened His Mood, I Was Grateful. ʺif We Leave Right Now, We Can Reach Him Before Morning.ʺ I Glanced Around. ʺtough Choice. Leave All This For Electricity And Plumbing?ʺ Now Sydney Grinned. ʺand No More Marriage Proposals.ʺ ʺand Weʹll Probably Have To Fight Strigoi,ʺ Added Dimitri. I Jumped To My Feet. ʺhow Soon Can We Go?ʺ

Isn’t It Obvious, Sage? No, Of Course It Isn’t. I Did It So I’d Have A Reason To Be Around You — One I Knew You Couldn’t Refuse.

When You've Got Everything You Need, Why Complicate It?

And Than Suddenly He Was There, Charging Down The Hallway Like Death In A Cowboy Duster.