Dates from Hell(126)

“I agree.”

“Maybe it wasn’t so much the sex that killed that demon as the love.”

“You could be right.”

“So the more love we make—”

“You don’t need an excuse, Zac.”

“Then…?”

“Together we fight; together we win or we don’t.”

“You can’t fight,” Chavez scoffed.

“I meant in a ‘pen is mightier than the sword’ kind of way.”

“Research,” he said.

I reached under the coffee table and pulled out a stack of papers that I’d written. “Without you here, I’ve had a lot of time on my hands.”

I offered them to him and his eyes wandered slowly over all that I’d learned, then lifted to mine. The excitement was back.

“This is great, Kit.”

“I told you I was good at trivia.”

“This isn’t trivial.” His hands clenched on the papers. “This is world-saving.”

My face heated at the praise and I ducked my head. He inched in close, put a finger to my chin, and lifted.

“It’ll be dangerous,” he said.

“You’ll protect me.”

“I will.”

His words were a promise, one that he kept.

Did the world end?

Not yet.