Disclaimer- You know they don't belong to me.
A/N- Many thanks to jtbwriter who co-wrote this chapter, since Wren didn't want to play fair and talk to me. Jules, you are the best, thanks so much for the help, the laughs and for being you.

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Nigel could not take his eyes off Wren as they made their way through the parking structure. Bug had to find their car, as Nigel nearly walked into a support column, staring at the sweet-talking blonde, who every now and then gave a teasing glance to the tall Brit.

As they drove to the hospital, Nigel finally found his voice.

"Miss Morgan, if you need a place to stay…"

Bug cut him off…"She can stay with me, or if you like, I'm sure Lily would have room at her place."

"Please, honey, call me Wren, otherwise I'll think you don't like me." She
grinned, then saw his eyes grow big.

"Um, Wren, how long have you had, I mean to say, how long have you known Sarah?"

Her smile grew wider. "Since before I had my first broken heart, and she threatened to beat the crap out of the guilty party. We were just teenagers dreaming of dancing the night away and happy ever after." Suddenly Wren's smile was gone.

Nigel immediately put his hand on hers. "Ducks, happy ever after can still happen. If you need a shoulder to cry on, or just a shoulder, I'm your man."

Instantly Wren raised her eyes to his face, and he was gone again.

"Thank you, sir, you are a gentleman and I can't figure out how you've escaped the clutches of these Yankee girls all this time. Ah may call you on your offer."

Bug groaned….this was going to be a long night.

When the dazed look had come over Nigel's face again, Wren suddenly realized she was the cause of his predicament. Once again the combination of her looks and charm had turned a man to mush. She was used to the response, but really didn't understand why it happened. To Wren physical attractiveness was the least important thing in the world. Besides hers were nothing special and that 'charm' was simply good manners. But men seemed to fall all over her, drooling and making crude passes.

But this guy was different, he'd only made one small pass and that was made much more of gallantry than come on. When his hand had touched hers, she'd felt an electric shock pass between them. She looked back down at his hand still covering hers. He had beautiful hands with long slim fingers and his eyes melted her. They were so open you could see everything he was feeling. She found herself drawn to them, but every time she looked into them he became all cute and flustered. Wren decided to give him a break before he forgot how to breathe.

She turned to Bug and smiled. "Sarah has told me so much about all of you, but I do have one question. What is your given name?"

"Mahesh. I doubt you could pronounce my family name." Bug liked Sarah's friend except for the fact that she turned Nigel into a blithering idiot.

"Probably not, I have enough trouble with my own." Wren laughed.

"Why would you have trouble pronouncing Morgan?" Bug asked.

"Not my last name, honey. My given name is Aramanthus Lawrencia." She grimaced. "I suppose I should be glad my father chose my name, my mother want to name me for my three aunts. Virgilian, Scarlet and Moline. I think when I have kids, I'll name them Clarise and Hannibal." Wren laughed at Bug's puzzled expression. "You know, Clarise Starling?"

Nigel spoke up. "And Hannibal Lector. You're a fan too?"

"Are you kidding? Silence Of The Lambs is my favorite movie. Followed by anything about vampires. I love vampires, out on the edge, shunned for being what they are. Not to mention the sensuality of the whole idea. The raw need, the hunger, very sexy." Wren blushed. "Sorry, I could go on about it for hours. Drives most of my friends, well, batty." Wren and Nigel laughed at the silly pun.

Nigel was in shock. This woman was amazing, so beautiful and funny. He wanted to know everything about her, but every time he tried to ask her a question, she would look in his eyes and he couldn't think. And she seemed to like making eye contact.