My feet are always cold. I’m a vampire,” he said in a teasing voice, almost as if he was trying to chase away Holiday’s somberness. “And if I remember correctly, you complained about that last night.” He slowed down and slipped his arm around Holiday. “Marrying you doesn’t scare me a bit. It’s the best thing that could ever happen to me. I’d never run out on you. I’ll be the first one to the church.