“Yes, I am.” Shanna nodded. “And I should know.”

A frisson of alarm shot through Caitlyn, and she sprang to her feet. This was why Dad had warned her never to come here. Shanna has changed. She can no longer be trusted. Stay away from her at all cost. “You’re a vampire?”

Shanna’s eyes widened. “No. I’m the same as I ever was.”

“Oh, thank God.” Caitlyn pressed a hand to her chest and collapsed onto the chair. “You scared me to death.”

Shanna smiled. “Relax, sweetie. I’m not a vampire.” She patted her arm. “My husband is.”

“Ack!” Caitlyn jumped back to her feet. “You—You’re married to a dead man?”

“He’s not dead. He’s outside playing basketball.”

“But—” Caitlyn frowned, trying to make sense of this. “Isn’t he…sorta dead?”

“He’s Undead.”

The dizziness returned and Caitlyn sat down once more. “I don’t really see the difference.”

“Dead is dead all of the time, but Roman’s only dead when the sun is up.”

Caitlyn rubbed her brow. She was still tumbling down the rabbit hole and couldn’t tell which end was up. “So he’s fifty percent dead?”

Shanna chuckled. “I guess you could say that. But boy, when he’s alive—” She sighed with a dreamy look on her face. “He’s totally alive. All night long.”

With trembling fingers, Caitlyn grabbed her cup and gulped down the rest of her punch. Apparently, vampires were good in the sack. Who would have guessed? Her thoughts returned to the gorgeous mystery man on the basketball court. Was he one of the Undead? Was he available? Could he give her the same sort of dreamy, well-satisfied look that Shanna had?

Caitlyn slapped herself mentally. What was she thinking? Within seconds of learning about the existence of vampires, she was imagining having sex with one? It was the damned lure of the exotic. It always tempted her. “Does he bite you?”