Chapter 3

“Hi,” he said, sitting down. He took the fleece off and draped it on the back of the chair. “Thanks for the drink.”

Man, those arms were amazing. And the chest! A man could spend an hour just kissing and nibbling his way across it and still not cover the whole glorious territory. My eye was drawn to the name and logo of the gym embroidered on his shirt. The logo was a sort of abstract steeple design, reflecting the building’s history, I suppose.

“So,” I said. “A gym in a church, that’s a new one on me.”

Chris put down the cola he’d taken a gulp from.

“Better than knocking it down,” he said. “It’s been de-consecrated, of course.”

I only had a vague notion of what that meant. “Ah, so that’s why I wasn’t struck dead when I crossed the threshold.”

Chris chuckled. “Are you a vampire then?”