Daniel considered his interest in a Selleck smut flick to be purely scientific. Any man who could grow a mustache that majestic had to have a nuclear-grade bush, he was sure of it. But yeah, scientific.

Unless that gay vampire thing was catching up to him at long last. Huh. Yeah, time for a change of subject.

“Here’s an idea. Make not biting that chick your New Years resolution,” he said, punctuating it with a jab to her upper arm. “And I’ll make mine… um…” The guy was stumped. Never one for direction or goals, coming up with any kind of long-term plan was the stuff of work. “I’ll think of something later.”