Saved at Sunrise

want to go into criminal justice.”
    “A lawyer?”
    “No. I don’t want to defend the law. I want to enforce it. Before I was turned, I
     was thinking FBI or CIA. Now I’m thinking FRU. Which is why I didn’t want Burnett
     to know I’d screwed up.”
    He shook his head. “You didn’t screw up.”
    “I got stabbed. That’s pretty screwed up.” She jabbed her straw into her drink.
    “We were up against a whole gang of rogue vampires. The fact that we got out of there
     alive is a freaking miracle.”
    She gave the straw another race around her glass. “But you’re the one who saved us.
     The one who came up with a plan, and then again with the werewolves.”
    “Yeah, but you were a little busy trying not to let that rogue were/vampire kill you
     in the ring. And when the weres showed up you were already stabbed and bleeding like
     crazy, but you still stood up.”
    “I didn’t do shit when they came,” she muttered, ashamed of herself.
    “You stood up and faced them and let them know you weren’t ready to be their dinner.”
    He looked down at his own glass for a second. “Honestly, I was totally impressed with
     you. The whole time, I’m freaking out inside. Hell, my knees were shaking and you
     were like this epitome of calm. I kept looking at you and thinking if you could do
     this, I could, too.”
    She let go of a deep breath. “I wasn’t calm. I was freaking out, too.”
    He smiled. “Well, that’s why you’re so good at this, Della. You didn’t seem scared.
     Not once. You can do this. I personally don’t like the thought of you putting yourself
     in danger, but don’t ever think you screwed up. You kicked ass in that ring.”
    His compliment felt like a big hug. And as she constantly told Kylie and Miranda,
     she wasn’t much of a hugger.
    Looking down at her drink again, the realization hit. She used to be a hugger, but
     now when anyone wrapped their warm arms around her it reminded her of how cold she
     was.
    Suddenly, she realized when Steve had kissed her and touched her she’d forgotten she
     was cold. For the first time since she’d been turned, she’d felt normal again—felt …
     human. Damn that felt good.
    “Thanks.” She looked up briefly and hoped he understood how much she meant it, because
     she didn’t want to have to express it any more than just offering the word.
    The waitress dropped off their food. Della spooned the French onion soup into her
     mouth, bypassing the cheese. But as the warm, tasty broth danced on her tongue, she
     couldn’t help but think how good Steve’s blood tasted. How good his kisses were. How
     it felt to be touched and not think about being cold.
    When she’d showered, she’d noticed a hickey between her shoulder and left breast.
     She was glad he’d left his mark on her. But she was equally glad it wasn’t permanent.
     It would fade in a few days. And that’s the way it should be. Because once they were
     back at Shadow Falls this was over.
    Done.
    She simply couldn’t put her heart on the chopping block again. Lee, along with her
     parents, had taught her how hard it was to love someone. How easy it was for them
     to disappoint you.
    She didn’t love Steve, not yet, but these last thirty-six hours had taught her how
     easy it would be to let herself go there. When someone was genuinely nice your heart
     welcomed them inside. Add the whole good-looking thing and him being such an awesome
     kisser to the scenario, and her heart had a welcome mat ready to toss down, a marching
     band, and banners with flashy letters reading, COME ON IN .
    And that was unacceptable. She couldn’t fall in love with Steve. Nope. No way. As
     soon as they returned to Shadow Falls, she was back to being the old Della. Solo.
     She had Miranda, and she had Kylie. As soon as Kylie returned.
    Della didn’t need a guy making her feel special, making her feel beautiful, making
     her feel … human.
    Steve picked up his knife and cut a piece of steak. “Oh, when I spoke with Burnett
     earlier this morning he mentioned that he went to see Kylie.”
    Della’s heart swelled. “He knows where she is? Is she coming back?”
    “He must know because he said he’d seen her, but he didn’t say anything about her
     coming back. He just said to tell you that she was okay and that she asked about you.”
    That was Kylie, always worried about others before she worried about herself. The
     girl was an idiot. Well, not an idiot. She was just one of