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happening?”
She crossed her arms. “Whatever you have in mind.”
He stopped in front of her. “There’s a lot on my mind. Could you be more specific?”
She glared at him. “Given your caveman tendencies, I assume all your thoughts lead to the same result.”
“Well, let me see. I’ve been thinking about kissing that luscious mouth of yours. And I’ve given considerable thought to peeling that catsuit off you. And then, of course, I would have to kiss every inch of your body.” He grinned. “I believe you’re right, Vanda.”
She snorted, but he noted the blush creeping up her neck.
He took her lightly by the shoulders. “Come sit down with me for a while.”
She shook her head. “I can’t. I—I want you to forget about me.”
He released her as if she’d slapped him. “Forget you? Vanda, I’ve wanted you for eight years. I could never forget you. And dammit, I don’t want to wait another night!”
Her eyes glimmered with tears. “I’m sorry, Phil. I can’t.” Her body wavered and disappeared.
“What are you afraid of?” he yelled at her fading body.
Why was she running away?
Because she knew he wanted to have sex with her. He had too much pent-up lust to be satisfied with a few little kisses. And no doubt, Vanda knew that, too.
He felt reasonably sure that she was attracted to him. He’d been the one she’d wanted to flirt with years ago. And if Cora Lee could be believed, Vanda had spent a lot of time talking about him. His sense of hearing wasn’t quite as good as a Vamp’s, but he could still hear her heart pounding whenever he was near.
So why was she afraid of getting involved with him?
He wandered into the kitchen to have a bedtime snack, then proceeded downstairs to the guardroom in the basement. The dormitory looked strange without any coffins in it. The older Scottish Vamps had preferred to sleep in coffins lined with their clan tartan, but they had all gotten reassigned, or in Ian’s case, married.
Phineas McKinney, the young black Vamp from the Bronx, slept in a twin bed with red satin sheets. Photos of his family rested on the bedside table.
A second twin-sized bed had been set up for Phil. He’d left his suitcase beside it earlier. He quickly unpacked, hanging his spare uniforms in the walk-in closet that looked oddly bare without any kilts.
There had been a time when the townhouse was a busy place, occupied by Roman, visiting Vamps, a harem of ten women, and a full contingent of guards, both Vamp and mortal. Now, Roman was married with a family, living in White Plains with Connor and Howard Barr as their bodyguards.
Phil showered and set the alarm beside his bed. He’d have to get up at least thirty minutes before Phineas and Jack fell into their death-sleep. It was his job to guard them during the day and provide any assistance they needed in guarding Romatech.
Like any soldier, Phil had learned to fall asleep quickly. Even so, he tossed and turned. At first he assumed it was a case of too much pent-up lust. As the night wore on, he realized it was more worry than lust. He was worried about Vanda being alone and unprotected.
He punched his pillow and went back to sleep. She wasn’t alone. Hugo would protect her.
When the alarm went off, he jerked awake and checked the time. It was still dark outside, but the sun would rise in thirty minutes. Vampires all along the East Coast would be seeking shelter. Phineas and Jack would be arriving soon. Vanda would be going to the apartment she shared with two former members of the harem. Her apartment with inadequate security.
And Max would have a window of opportunity to kill her.
Phil threw on his uniform, then ran into the armory as he dialed Romatech on his cell phone. Jack answered.
He quickly explained the situation while he armed himself with a few knives and an automatic pistol loaded with silver bullets.
“I think you’re right to be concerned,” Jack said. “Go ahead and check on her. I’ll have
She crossed her arms. “Whatever you have in mind.”
He stopped in front of her. “There’s a lot on my mind. Could you be more specific?”
She glared at him. “Given your caveman tendencies, I assume all your thoughts lead to the same result.”
“Well, let me see. I’ve been thinking about kissing that luscious mouth of yours. And I’ve given considerable thought to peeling that catsuit off you. And then, of course, I would have to kiss every inch of your body.” He grinned. “I believe you’re right, Vanda.”
She snorted, but he noted the blush creeping up her neck.
He took her lightly by the shoulders. “Come sit down with me for a while.”
She shook her head. “I can’t. I—I want you to forget about me.”
He released her as if she’d slapped him. “Forget you? Vanda, I’ve wanted you for eight years. I could never forget you. And dammit, I don’t want to wait another night!”
Her eyes glimmered with tears. “I’m sorry, Phil. I can’t.” Her body wavered and disappeared.
“What are you afraid of?” he yelled at her fading body.
Why was she running away?
Because she knew he wanted to have sex with her. He had too much pent-up lust to be satisfied with a few little kisses. And no doubt, Vanda knew that, too.
He felt reasonably sure that she was attracted to him. He’d been the one she’d wanted to flirt with years ago. And if Cora Lee could be believed, Vanda had spent a lot of time talking about him. His sense of hearing wasn’t quite as good as a Vamp’s, but he could still hear her heart pounding whenever he was near.
So why was she afraid of getting involved with him?
He wandered into the kitchen to have a bedtime snack, then proceeded downstairs to the guardroom in the basement. The dormitory looked strange without any coffins in it. The older Scottish Vamps had preferred to sleep in coffins lined with their clan tartan, but they had all gotten reassigned, or in Ian’s case, married.
Phineas McKinney, the young black Vamp from the Bronx, slept in a twin bed with red satin sheets. Photos of his family rested on the bedside table.
A second twin-sized bed had been set up for Phil. He’d left his suitcase beside it earlier. He quickly unpacked, hanging his spare uniforms in the walk-in closet that looked oddly bare without any kilts.
There had been a time when the townhouse was a busy place, occupied by Roman, visiting Vamps, a harem of ten women, and a full contingent of guards, both Vamp and mortal. Now, Roman was married with a family, living in White Plains with Connor and Howard Barr as their bodyguards.
Phil showered and set the alarm beside his bed. He’d have to get up at least thirty minutes before Phineas and Jack fell into their death-sleep. It was his job to guard them during the day and provide any assistance they needed in guarding Romatech.
Like any soldier, Phil had learned to fall asleep quickly. Even so, he tossed and turned. At first he assumed it was a case of too much pent-up lust. As the night wore on, he realized it was more worry than lust. He was worried about Vanda being alone and unprotected.
He punched his pillow and went back to sleep. She wasn’t alone. Hugo would protect her.
When the alarm went off, he jerked awake and checked the time. It was still dark outside, but the sun would rise in thirty minutes. Vampires all along the East Coast would be seeking shelter. Phineas and Jack would be arriving soon. Vanda would be going to the apartment she shared with two former members of the harem. Her apartment with inadequate security.
And Max would have a window of opportunity to kill her.
Phil threw on his uniform, then ran into the armory as he dialed Romatech on his cell phone. Jack answered.
He quickly explained the situation while he armed himself with a few knives and an automatic pistol loaded with silver bullets.
“I think you’re right to be concerned,” Jack said. “Go ahead and check on her. I’ll have
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