Okay, yeah. Sleeping with other hunters wasn’t unheard of. Two people with emotional baggage who were also somewhat needy? Yeah, it wasn’t new.

What was a little iffy was when people who were old enough to be a person’s parent started doing it.

Really, Deanna (who was fourty-two) hadn’t meant to get involved with some twenty-something girl. It had started when she found the girl bleeding out after a failed hunt, then a stop at the bar, then a steamy sesh in the back of the Impala.

She hadn’t meant to let the girl keep her number. To keep going to her apartment when she was in town, telling Sam that ”It was nothing.” To start taking you out, her arm around her waist and her jacket on her shoulders—

Crap.

Now, here she was, sitting across from the girl in some diner a town over, a lovesick expression in the younger’s eyed. Deanna felt ill for wanting to kiss her stupid.

“You ever plan on going to college, kid?” She asked absentmindedly, picking at a fry, and her words reminding her just how young the girl sitting across from her was.