Lindsey had a softspot for women who could kick his ass into next week. Sometimes they had fangs. Sometimes they weren't exactly human, like Eve. But he certainly had a type.
And Zee was it.
He'd never fall all over himself for anyone ever again, not like he had with Darla. But that didn't mean he didn't smile when a pretty girl winked at him.
Lindsey could protect himself, as long as he knew what was going on. Maybe those tattoos should make a comeback.