catch up.” It was part-truth and part-lie, but the vampire didn’t need to know that.
Vampires couldn’t read other vampires which made trust nearly impossible.
A vampire had to rely on his gut instincts when it came to those of his kind, and this one could obviously sense that Cody wanted more than to reminisce.
His eyes still glowed and his fangs still glittered and his entire body seemed poised, as if he waited for an attack. “Are you interested in a bike? If so, I can help you. I’m Jake McCann. I handle all the designs for Skull Creek Choppers.”
“I’m not here for a bike.”
“Then what do you want with Garret?”
“Jake? I didn’t realize you had an appointment.” Thevoluptuous blonde came up short as she reached the doorway. Jake stepped in front of her, tucking her safely behind him as he faced off with Cody.
“Honey?” The female’s hand touched Jake’s arm. “What’s going on?”
He covered her fingers with his own and gave her an affectionate squeeze. “Nothing. This guy thought he had a meeting with Garret tonight, but he obviously made a mistake.” His gaze collided with Cody’s. “Right?”
Cody ignored the vampire and caught the gaze of the woman. Not that he expected to read her thoughts. She was a vampire. But sometimes with newly turned vamps he could pick up at least an impression or two.
She was definitely a babe in the woods. Otherwise, she would have sensed the threat that he posed.
Even so, he couldn’t catch even a glimpse of her thoughts.
“She’s used to nosy vampires.” Jake’s deep voice drew his attention.
“I live with one,” she added. Affection filled her voice as she slid an arm around Jake’s waist and regarded Cody with suspicious eyes. “I can block better than a Dallas Cowboys defensive lineman.”
“Where can I find Sawyer?” Cody pressed. When neither vampire replied, he added, “It’s not privileged information. Not in a small town like this.” He smiled, an easy, relaxed expression that contradicted the tense set of his muscles. “You know as well as I do that I can find him if I really want to.”
“Garret’s out of town on business,” Jake said after a long contemplative moment. “He flew out last night.”
“When is he coming back?”
The vampire didn’t look as if he wanted to answer. Instead he stared, as if he looked hard enough, he might be able to see what Cody had in mind. “Friday,” he finally said.
It wasn’t the news Cody had hoped for. It was only Sunday. He would have to stick around for five full days.
At the same time, he’d spent an afterlife waiting for this moment. Five days meant nothing. If anything, it would give him time to gather his strength. He would need it judging by the defiant vampires in front of them. They would stand by Garret.
Which meant that Cody needed to feed.
A lot.
He had a sudden vision of Miranda, her pale skin gleaming in the moonlight, her essence drenching his cock as he pumped inside of her. A growl vibrated up his throat.
Jake’s survival skills kicked in at the sound and his lips pulled back. His fangs glittered.
“Easy.” Cody threw up his hands. “I’ve got no beef with you. It’s your friend I’m after.” He tamped down on the tightening in his gut and gathered his control. “Tell Sawyer I’m coming for him.”
“What do you want with him?” the female asked.
“IRS.” Cody winked. “Your buddy owes a shitload and I’m here to collect.” He tipped his hat. “Sorry to keep you from your movie, ma’am.” And then he turned on his heel and walked away.
Five days.
Shit.
His insides clenched and his hunger stirred as he left Skull Creek Choppers and headed down Main Street. He meant to head for the nearest bar, but instead of going east, he found himself headed the opposite direction. To a small two-story house with a yard full of flowers.
Not that he was going to feed off Miranda. And make the connection that much stronger? Hell, no. Rather,
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