“Do you see him yet?” she asked, taking her mind off other hazardous subjects. She turned away from her reflection to look at the faces in the crowd, slowly scanning the width of the room.

“Not yet. This place is packed. I think every desperate single person in the city is here tonight.”

Eden took a shaky sip of her wine. It tasted bland and, to be honest, a bit boring. Not that she’d ever admit it.

“I don’t believe it,” a voice said to her left. “Eden Riley. Long time no see.”

She turned, and her eyes widened with surprise. “You’re kidding me. Graham. . Graham Davis?”

The attractive dark-haired man grinned at her. “You remember me.”

A matching smile blossomed on her face. “High school was only, oh, a dozen years ago.”

“Seems like two dozen sometimes.”

Darrak sighed internally. “Eden, you need to keep your attention on the room so I can spot my contact. Priorities, remember?”

Obviously the demon didn’t realize how long it had been since she’s seen Graham. It felt like forever. She had no idea why they hadn’t stayed in touch. After high school, Graham had gone backpacking in Europe, she’d gone off to university, and time had simply passed. Too bad, really. Graham had been one of her very best friends.

Graham’s gaze moved down the front of her. “You’re looking fantastic. Just as gorgeous as you were back in grade twelve.”

She grinned. “Right back at you. And that’s a great suit.”

Graham looked down at his gray Armani. “I dress to impress.”

“Eden. .” Darrak said tightly. “I know we’re in a lustful, desperate singles’ club, but that’s no reason to let this guy hit on you.”

Darrak thought Graham was hitting on her? She tried not to smile at the thought. As attractive as Graham Davis was, and as good friends as they’d been back when they were teenagers, she and Graham had never hooked up and never would. It could have had a little something to do with Graham being gay.