"Welcome to my favorite tapas bar."

She paused, then grimaced at him.

"Just kidding." He smiled.

But even before he finished his assurance, Mina's attention was turned to the store. A vast children's wonderland. Toys and dolls and stuffed animals everywhere. Children and adults alike wandered around with looks of amazement on their faces. And in the center of the store was a ferris wheel-three stories tall.

Mina's fingers squeezed his as she gaped around her.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yes," she murmured, her eyes flitting from one thing to another, finally stopping on the ferris wheel.

Sebastian watched her expression as she watched the large metal ring spin slowly around and around.

She released his hand and walked over to the railing to get a closer look. He followed her, leaning on the rail next to her. He smiled at her awed expression. She looked like one of the children, her mouth a small "o," her eyes widened, shining.

She was so lovely.

She tore her gaze away from the large, metal-strutted wheel to him. "Are we going to go on that?"

"Absolutely," he said.

She smiled, small to be sure, but the first real smile that she'd given him. The gesture was like a sucker punch to his stomach. Damn, she wasn't just lovely, she was beautiful. And he had to touch her.

"But I want to show you something first."

She glanced back at the ferris wheel longingly, but then nodded.

He moved so she was positioned between himself and the railing, his chest a couple of inches from her

back. She stiffened at the position, but didn't say anything. After all, he wasn't breaking her rules. His

body wasn't quite touching hers. "Is this okay?" he asked anyway. It wasn't his intention to intimidate her. When he did touch her, he wanted her to want it every bit as badly as he did.

She nodded, shifting closer to the railing. He allowed her the tiny space, but placed his hands on the top rail, boxing her in, still not touching her. Her posture straightened, but again she didn't balk at the position.

"Okay," he said softly. "Close your eyes."

She glanced over her shoulder at him. "Close my eyes? Why?"

He smiled at her, noticing again that her nose crinkled cutely when she frowned. "Just do it. I swear,

you'll really like it."

She narrowed her eyes as if she wasn't quite sure she should trust him. But then she did as he asked.

He studied her face, amazed that he hadn't noticed right away how long her black eyelashes were. How

perfectly smooth her skin was.

He forced his gaze away from her, and out at the busy store.

"Okay. Can you feel the emotions in the air?"

"Yes," she murmured in her breathy way, and for a moment, he really wished she was saying that yes to

something else. Like coming back to his apartment and spending the whole night in his bed.

He closed his eyes too, realizing he was the one who needed to get his focus centered.

"What do you feel?" he asked.

"Excitement. Joy." She paused. "Longing."

Sebastian knew she was picking up the vibe of the kids. Their excitement and their joy. And their

longing, for a new doll, a new teddy bear, but he couldn't help wondering if she was reading some of his longing too. Even though he was trying his damnedest to mask his feelings.

"Do these feelings seem different from the other times you've sensed them?" he asked.

"Yes," she murmured, and again he found her breathy voice altogether too arousing.

He pulled in a steadying breath. "How are they different?"

She was quiet for a moment, then she said, "They feel more vivid, more fresh. Not tainted by anything else. Just pure excitement. Pure joy. Pure... longing."

Sebastian gritted his back teeth at the way she said the last with such yearning of her own. He started to release the railing. He needed to put more space between them. He couldn't stand this close to her and not touch her.

Then she surprised him by touching him, leaning back until her back was lightly against his chest. He froze, afraid that she might startle if he moved.

"Why do the emotions feel so different?" she whispered.

He leaned forward, just a little, so he could see her face. Her eyes were still closed, her red lips parted. She looked the picture of pure bliss, and he wished the hell they weren't in the middle of the biggest toy store in the world.

"The emotions of children are less tarnished," he explained, trying to keep his voice even, his body stationary. As much as he wanted to feel the friction of their bodies rubbing together, he didn't want to risk her breaking the contact, not when she'd offered it to him.

"Children haven't learned to temper their emotions. They just feel."

She nodded, then she was still. A deep sigh escaped her parted lips. Her back rubbed his chest, a minute shift of her body against his, but he nearly groaned.

Before he thought better of it, he moved forward until her body was sandwiched between him and the railing. Her back tight to his chest, her bottom nestled snug against the juncture of his legs. He nuzzled his cheek to hers, breathing in her scent. Feeling her longing and his.

Damn, he'd never wanted a woman like he wanted Mina. Here and now.

Mina swallowed, the delightful emotions of the children fading away as Sebastian fully enveloped her, his body solid and warm at her back.

She'd been aware that she'd leaned into him, because the intense emotions in the air were making her feel a little disoriented. And as out on the sidewalk, Sebastian's touch seemed to give her focus and a surprising sense of calm.

But calm was the last thing she was feeling now. Sebastian nuzzled her cheek, the brush of his skin, the tickle of his unruly hair, making her body burn. His hands remained on the steel bar of the top railing, but she could feel every movement of his muscles along her back, over her bottom as if he was stroking her.

She told herself to tell him to stop. But she couldn't find her voice. All she could do was feel him, all around her. His strength, his heat, so thrilling she was helpless to do anything but revel in the sensations.

Suddenly, he was gone, and she had to grasp the railing to keep from toppling backward. His hand pressed to the small of her back to steady her, but as soon as she had her balance, he dropped his hand to his side.

The coloring along his cheekbones seemed a little darker, but otherwise, he didn't appear affected by their contact. She did notice his usually ready smile was gone, and his eyes burned a darker gold.

"Want to ride the ferris wheel now?"

She agreed, even though she wasn't quite sure she was ready to release the railing and walk. Between

the delightful innocence of the children's emotions and the sinfully exciting feeling of Sebastian, she was drained. Her senses almost ravaged. But she followed him down to the lower level where a queue was forming to get on the ride. They were both quiet as they waited with the others. Mina noticed that Sebastian, while he didn't attempt to touch her, tried to keep himself situated between her and the others in the line. Trying to keep her from getting overwhelmed.

Warmth filled her at the realization. She couldn't remember a time when anyone looked out for her. Not like that, not to anticipate her needs. "Yes!" he suddenly exclaimed, and she followed his gaze to the ferris wheel. "What?" she asked, not seeing anything that should have him so excited. "We're going to get the Mystery Machine." "Huh?" She had no idea what he was talking about, although that often seemed to happen with him. He gave her an incredulous look. "The Mystery Machine? Scooby-Doo?"

She shook her head, still not following.

"You've got to be kidding?" he said, obviously very disheartened at her lack of knowledge. "I do not know how you have survived all these years."

She didn't know either. It hadn't been easy, and not until Dr. Fowler found her, and then she'd found

the Society, had she had any sense of understanding and purpose.

A pang of guilt tightened her chest. The Society had helped her so much, and here she was enjoying the company of one of the vampires they considered a serious threat.

She looked at Sebastian. His eyes sparkled with the anticipation of the Mystery Machine, whatever that

was. He grinned at her, his smile sincere, guileless. Her breath caught at the sight of it.

Maybe the Society was wrong, she thought for a second. Maybe they misjudged Sebastian. Then she remembered all the women she'd seen on the receiving end of that smile at the nightclub.

No, Sebastian was charming. He was fun. He even was quite sweet. But he still used humans. She had

to remember that, no matter how much she found herself liking him.

"Yes!" he cheered again as they got to the head of the line, and a gondola in the shape of a blue van with psychedelic flowers and swirls pulled to a stop. A brown dog with black spots was perched on the front.

"This is the Mystery Machine." He grinned at her and waved his hand with a flourish for her to enter. "And you should be darn happy we didn't get the Cabbage Patch Kid car."

He shivered with mock horror.

She shook her head, still having no idea what he was talking about, although she was amused by his animated antics. And she had to admit it, at least to herself, she did like Sebastian.

But once they were seated, and the ferris wheel began to move, Mina's attention was only on the ride. She sat forward on the small plastic seat, watching as they spun round and round. Up, up to the very top, swinging there high above the ground, then down, down until the gondola nearly scraped the ground.

She smiled at Sebastian as they reached the highest point again, then started their descent.

"A carnival came near our house once in Newport," she heard herself saying, "when I was twelve or thirteen. They had a ferris wheel, and I thought it was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen. But my father wouldn't allow us to go. Even though it was a new invention and they'd even had one at the World's Fair a few years before, he considered it too lowly for his family. But I remember watching it from my bedroom window, spinning and spinning in the distance. And I dreamed about how it would feel, to go up and down through the air."

Sebastian's grin faded slightly as he leaned forward. "How does it feel?"

She gazed at him, the warm glitter of his eyes, the poutiness of his lips. His long legs taking up much of the room in the small car, his knees occasionally bumping against hers. The innocent brush of denim against denim.

"It feels even better than I imagined," she admitted.

They looked at each other, his face her focus while the world moved in her peripheral vision. Again, even with her body so aware of his, her attraction a palpable thing between them, she also felt more peace than she could remember in a very, very long time.

Suddenly, a man, maybe in his early twenties, was unlatching the gondola door, waiting for them to exit. She hadn't even noticed that they had stopped spinning.

Gathering herself, she scrambled out of the seat, aware her movements were awkward and jerky as the car swayed slightly with her attempt to step down to solid ground.

As throughout the night, Sebastian's hand came up to steady her, offering her a center, even as that same touch made her dizzy with so many emotions, desire, yearning, uncertainty, and even a little shame.

When they were off the ride and back into the store proper, she turned to him, deciding she needed to tell him that, while she'd had a wonderful time, perhaps the best time of her life, she needed to go home. She needed to be away from him, where she could think more clearly.

But Sebastian wasn't looking at her. In fact, he stood stock-still, his brow furrowed, his eyes distant, as if he was concentrating intently on something.

"Do you hear that?" he asked.