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Authors: Erin McCarthy
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as she yawned for the ninth time. "I don't mean to be rude."
It wasn't Alexis's company that was dragging her down. Alexis was funny and matter-of-fact, and had told Cara all kinds of interesting things about the Vampire Nation and Seamus's role in Ethan's campaign. It seemed she had the blood from one very uptight vampire.
But now she was sleepy and it was taking everything she had to stay awake and vertical.
"Don't worry about it. Go to sleep if you're tired. You're still adjusting to the change."
Cara slid down in the couch, tucking her feet under one of the cushions. "I wanted to stay awake to see my animals, but I don't think I'm going to make it."
"I'm sure Seamus has it under control. He may be boring and rude, but he's very thorough."
Odd, but Cara wouldn't have thought of Seamus as either of those adjectives. She might have said persistent, intense, sexy, and domineering, but definitely not boring. And while he was confident, and had ruined her life and given her a really embarrassing orgasm that she wished she could forget, she wouldn't call him rude either.
Not to mention he was very cute.
"Cute?" Alexis said, her legs crossed as she sat in the big over stuffed chair. "You think Seamus is cute?"
"Did I say that out loud?" Cara was so tired, she wasn't sure what she was saying anymore. "Or are you doing that mind-reading thing? "
"Yep. Very annoying vampire trick, isn't it? Lock your thoughts around Seamus unless you want him hearing that he's cute. Personally, I wouldn't advise it. Not if you want to get out of here."
Yes, she wanted out of there. Her life as she knew it was gone. But she wanted out of Seamus's apartment. It was the only thing she was sure of before she collapsed into total oblivion.
When she woke up again, she was in a bed that wasn't hers and someone was warm and breathing deeply beside her. She hoped beyond anything it was Alexis, but somehow she really doubted Ethan's wife would be sleeping with her. Which meant it had to be Seamus, and the thought of being in bed with Seamus made her heart race from anger and something that might be desire, if she were honest with herself, which she didn't intend to be.
Nervous and disoriented, Cara became aware she was still wearing her jeans and the borrowed T-shirt—thank God she wasn't naked—and the room was dark, the drapes drawn. She tentatively rolled on her side, prepared to meet her maker, literally. Instead of coming face to face with Seamus, she saw it was her Labrador, Button, lying next to her.
Her old friend, familiar and cuddly, was immeasurably better than a sexy vampire in bed with her.
"Hey, sweet baby," she said in complete relief, petting her dog's head. He opened his eyes for a brief second, then snuffled back into sleep.
It was so normal, his reaction so uninterested and typical, that she wanted to cry in gratitude. She could give up a lot of things, but never her babies.
"Button's such a good baby," she murmured, snuggling in closer to him, wanting comfort and loving. "Where are Fritz and Mr. Spock, hmm?"
"Mr. Spock? Who the hell did you name Mr. Spock?"
Startled, Cara glanced over and saw Seamus standing in the doorway with Fritz at his side. Despite the darkness, she could see him clearly. He was wearing lounge pants and a Notre Dame T-shirt. His fingers played idly in her dog's back fur and Fritz looked perfectly content to be fondled by his new friend.
"Mr. Spock is my Chihuahua. Where he is?" Cara made sure the navy bed sheet was still over most of her body. Being around Seamus made her feel naked.
"He's scarfing down some really expensive dog food in my kitchen. I can't believe you named him Mr. Spock. No wonder he's such an asshole. I would be, too, if that was my name." Seamus came into the room, Fritz following along beside him like he was tethered to his leg.
"He's not an asshole!" Cara sat up, indignant. No one messed with her fur babies. "I named him Mr. Spock because of his ears, and he's very
It wasn't Alexis's company that was dragging her down. Alexis was funny and matter-of-fact, and had told Cara all kinds of interesting things about the Vampire Nation and Seamus's role in Ethan's campaign. It seemed she had the blood from one very uptight vampire.
But now she was sleepy and it was taking everything she had to stay awake and vertical.
"Don't worry about it. Go to sleep if you're tired. You're still adjusting to the change."
Cara slid down in the couch, tucking her feet under one of the cushions. "I wanted to stay awake to see my animals, but I don't think I'm going to make it."
"I'm sure Seamus has it under control. He may be boring and rude, but he's very thorough."
Odd, but Cara wouldn't have thought of Seamus as either of those adjectives. She might have said persistent, intense, sexy, and domineering, but definitely not boring. And while he was confident, and had ruined her life and given her a really embarrassing orgasm that she wished she could forget, she wouldn't call him rude either.
Not to mention he was very cute.
"Cute?" Alexis said, her legs crossed as she sat in the big over stuffed chair. "You think Seamus is cute?"
"Did I say that out loud?" Cara was so tired, she wasn't sure what she was saying anymore. "Or are you doing that mind-reading thing? "
"Yep. Very annoying vampire trick, isn't it? Lock your thoughts around Seamus unless you want him hearing that he's cute. Personally, I wouldn't advise it. Not if you want to get out of here."
Yes, she wanted out of there. Her life as she knew it was gone. But she wanted out of Seamus's apartment. It was the only thing she was sure of before she collapsed into total oblivion.
When she woke up again, she was in a bed that wasn't hers and someone was warm and breathing deeply beside her. She hoped beyond anything it was Alexis, but somehow she really doubted Ethan's wife would be sleeping with her. Which meant it had to be Seamus, and the thought of being in bed with Seamus made her heart race from anger and something that might be desire, if she were honest with herself, which she didn't intend to be.
Nervous and disoriented, Cara became aware she was still wearing her jeans and the borrowed T-shirt—thank God she wasn't naked—and the room was dark, the drapes drawn. She tentatively rolled on her side, prepared to meet her maker, literally. Instead of coming face to face with Seamus, she saw it was her Labrador, Button, lying next to her.
Her old friend, familiar and cuddly, was immeasurably better than a sexy vampire in bed with her.
"Hey, sweet baby," she said in complete relief, petting her dog's head. He opened his eyes for a brief second, then snuffled back into sleep.
It was so normal, his reaction so uninterested and typical, that she wanted to cry in gratitude. She could give up a lot of things, but never her babies.
"Button's such a good baby," she murmured, snuggling in closer to him, wanting comfort and loving. "Where are Fritz and Mr. Spock, hmm?"
"Mr. Spock? Who the hell did you name Mr. Spock?"
Startled, Cara glanced over and saw Seamus standing in the doorway with Fritz at his side. Despite the darkness, she could see him clearly. He was wearing lounge pants and a Notre Dame T-shirt. His fingers played idly in her dog's back fur and Fritz looked perfectly content to be fondled by his new friend.
"Mr. Spock is my Chihuahua. Where he is?" Cara made sure the navy bed sheet was still over most of her body. Being around Seamus made her feel naked.
"He's scarfing down some really expensive dog food in my kitchen. I can't believe you named him Mr. Spock. No wonder he's such an asshole. I would be, too, if that was my name." Seamus came into the room, Fritz following along beside him like he was tethered to his leg.
"He's not an asshole!" Cara sat up, indignant. No one messed with her fur babies. "I named him Mr. Spock because of his ears, and he's very
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