“Shouldn’t you be working instead of fraternizing with customers?” I choked.He smiled. “What are you doing Sunday night?”I snorted. By accident. “Are you asking me out?”“You’re getting cocky. I like that, Angel.”“I don’t care what you like. I’m not going out with you. Not on a date. Not alone.”

“Your file was empty. Nothing. Not even an immunization record.” He didn’t even pretend to look surprised. He eased back in his seat, eyes gleaming obsidian.“And you’re telling me this because you’re afraid I might cause an outbreak? Measles or mumps?”“I’m telling you this because I want you to know that I know something about you isn’t right. You haven’t fooled everybody. I’m going to find out what you’re up to. I’m going to expose you.”“Looking forward to it.”I flushed, catching the innuendo too late.”

“He cracked a slight smile, but it didn’t look amused. “I’m not letting you out of my sight. You’re looking a little deranged, Angel. We’ll go together.”

“Hang on, did you just call me Angel?" I asked."If I did?""I don't like it."He grinned. "It stays, Angel.”

“I don’t like the idea of dragging you into something that could get messy fast. If you need one more reason, I love you. This is uncharted territory for me, but I need to know that at the end of the night, I have you to come home to.”

“Are you keeping anything else from me?” “I’m keeping a lot of things from you.”“Like?”“Like the way I feel about being locked up in here with you. You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Religion?” I asked more firmly.Patch dragged a hand thoughtfully along the line of his jaw. “Not religion … cult.”“You belong to a cult?” I realized too late that while I sounded surprised, I shouldn’t have.“As it turns out, I’m in need of a healthy female sacrifice. I’d planned on luring her into trusting me first, but if you’re ready now …”