“So the dickhead had a name. Daemon—seemed fitting. And of course his sister would be as attractive as him. Why not? Welcome to WestVirginia, the land of lost models.”

“Welcome to West Virginia, the land of lost models.”

“Daemon’s gaze dipped again, and I shivered under his intensescrutiny. Why, oh why, did Blake need to bail early, leaving me behindwith Daemon? “Where did you get this dress?” he asked.“Your sister,” I told him blandly.He frowned, looking half disgusted. “I don’t even know what to sayabout that.”

“I thought the whole thing with Blake would ruin this afternoon, but I had underestimated the magnetism of Daemon and his kisses.”

“And no one will kill Bill.”I laughed softly as I unbuckled the seat belt. “Blake. His name is Blake.”Daemon pulled the keys out and leaned back, his eyes glimmering with amusement. “He’s whatever I decide to call him.”

“I tried to push down my anger. One thing I hated more than Daemon's douche-nozzle side was him telling me what to do. "You don't own me, Daemon.""It's not about ownership, you little nut.""Nut?" I glared at him. "I wouldn't call me names when I have a knife in my hand.”

“I grinned at Daemon and held up a bulb that was so green it almost matched his eyes. I decided it was going to be his bulb.”