Vanda shrugged. "She got over it."

"I willna lie to the woman I'm courting. So she had better be a Vamp. A Vamp would understand all I've been through. A mortal woman would no' take kindly to the way I used other women in the past. And I wouldna blame her."

"If she loved you, she would understand."

"My mind is made up. All I want is a vampire."

Vanda sighed. "Okay, but I think you're limiting yourself."

"And she must be a bottle-drinking Vamp who is honest, loyal, intelligent, and pretty."

"Now you're severely limiting yourself." Vanda frowned at the computer screen. "Luckily for you, there's a way to tell who's a Vamp." She clicked on her profile. "See this?"

Ian read the line she pointed at.

I enjoy life to its fullest. (V)

"All the Vamps slip these Vs into their profiles," Vanda explained. "It's our secret code to let each other know who we are. If someone asks to meet you, and she doesn't have the V in her profile, you simply refuse."

Ian's heart beat faster. This was not how he'd envisioned hunting for his true love, but it was a lot better than nothing. "It might actually work."

"Of course it'll work. I have a digital camera here." Vanda opened a drawer. "We'll take your photo and fill out your profile. It'll take a few hours."

"Hours?"

"The profile is quite extensive. You'll have to write an essay." Her face brightened. "I know! I'll do it."

"You? Why?"

"Because I'm a woman, and I know what women want to hear. This is brilliant!" She grabbed a pen and notepad.

Her offer was very appealing since Ian had no idea what he should write in an essay. "Remember, it is important to me that ye be honest."

"Of course. But get real, Ian. We can't say you're five hundred years old in your profile."