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need someplace to hide out for a while.”
“So you’re taking him to your house?” Somehow I knew that this, the most reasonable conclusion, was going to prove incorrect.
“My place would be good.” He quirked an eyebrow. “Your place would be better.”
Okay, that was seriously crossing the line. “No. No way. I’ve got Rufus, and Gwen’s home…”
“Not like he’s planning to bite either one of them.” The weird noises from the backseat had become louder, making me wonder if Colin’s assertion was wildly inaccurate. Sebastian was seriously hungry.
This really, really couldn’t happen. I did not need vampires in my house, regardless of the reason. But I couldn’t leave Sebastian to fend for himself, either. Nor could I let him go to Colin’s house, where this Pieter person—Russian Asshole, I presumed—would hunt him down. And if he didn’t, the cops certainly would. “How do I explain bringing two guys home for no reason?” I protested lamely, not quite ready to give up the argument.
Colin shrugged. “You’re into threesomes?”
I still didn’t have a clear idea of what was going on, but I did know one thing.
“I am not into threesomes,” I protested. Although the thought had some merit. Against my better judgment, I swiveled in my seat and stuck the keys in the ignition.
Gwen was wrapped in a bathrobe, sitting in front of the TV eating Häagen Dazs out of the carton with a spoon. She glanced up, smiling at first; then her eyes went wide and continued to go wider and wider as first Colin, then Sebastian, trailed in behind me.
“Um…” She started to stand up, sat back down, then, after another pause, came to her feet, straightening her hair with her fingers. Because God forbid her hair should be out of place when there were strange men in the house. “Hey, Nim. Who are your friends?”
Colin quirked an eyebrow at me. Nim? he mouthed. I glared.
“Gwen, this is my boss, Colin, and his friend…” I stalled, abruptly realizing he shouldn’t be using his real name. Of course, we hadn’t managed to discuss an alias during the short ride. We hadn’t discussed much of anything. It had been a fairly quiet ride, except for Sebastian sucking down blood bags in the backseat. “Tim,” I said finally, then fought back a grimace. Nim and Tim. Perfect. So much for intelligence under pressure.
Gwen’s eyes had only just returned to normal size, but they widened again, and she took a small step back, staring at Colin. “Oh. You’re…the vampire?”
Colin smiled his best throw-your-panties-at-me smile. “Well, I’m a vampire. I’m not sure I’m the vampire, but some might argue that point.” He held his hand out while I rolled my eyes, and Sebastian ungracefully converted a snort into a cough. For her part, Gwen let him take her hand and didn’t jerk it back when he raised it to his lips. She watched him closely, though, as if concerned he might remove her hand from her wrist and keep it without her noticing until it was too late.
“I thought I was the vampire,” Sebastian groused.
Gwen jerked her hand back and gaped at him. “You’re a vampire too?”
“Last I checked.” He rubbed his face absently, and I wondered if the scars hurt him.
“Anyway,” I went on, “Tim’s in town, and he’s going to stay here for a couple of days.” I forced the words out quickly, thinking that if I said it really fast it would sound definite, unquestionable and maybe even make sense if I was lucky.
Gwen goggled back and forth between the two men, finally settling on Colin. “Don’t you have, like, some kind of big honking house in Lakewood?” To me she added, “Didn’t you say he had a big honking house in Lakewood?”
I opened my mouth, hoping something coherent might come out, but Colin spoke before I could.
“My guest house is being renovated,” he said, “and I converted the guest room in the main house to an office last year.”
“That’s what I get for
“So you’re taking him to your house?” Somehow I knew that this, the most reasonable conclusion, was going to prove incorrect.
“My place would be good.” He quirked an eyebrow. “Your place would be better.”
Okay, that was seriously crossing the line. “No. No way. I’ve got Rufus, and Gwen’s home…”
“Not like he’s planning to bite either one of them.” The weird noises from the backseat had become louder, making me wonder if Colin’s assertion was wildly inaccurate. Sebastian was seriously hungry.
This really, really couldn’t happen. I did not need vampires in my house, regardless of the reason. But I couldn’t leave Sebastian to fend for himself, either. Nor could I let him go to Colin’s house, where this Pieter person—Russian Asshole, I presumed—would hunt him down. And if he didn’t, the cops certainly would. “How do I explain bringing two guys home for no reason?” I protested lamely, not quite ready to give up the argument.
Colin shrugged. “You’re into threesomes?”
I still didn’t have a clear idea of what was going on, but I did know one thing.
“I am not into threesomes,” I protested. Although the thought had some merit. Against my better judgment, I swiveled in my seat and stuck the keys in the ignition.
Gwen was wrapped in a bathrobe, sitting in front of the TV eating Häagen Dazs out of the carton with a spoon. She glanced up, smiling at first; then her eyes went wide and continued to go wider and wider as first Colin, then Sebastian, trailed in behind me.
“Um…” She started to stand up, sat back down, then, after another pause, came to her feet, straightening her hair with her fingers. Because God forbid her hair should be out of place when there were strange men in the house. “Hey, Nim. Who are your friends?”
Colin quirked an eyebrow at me. Nim? he mouthed. I glared.
“Gwen, this is my boss, Colin, and his friend…” I stalled, abruptly realizing he shouldn’t be using his real name. Of course, we hadn’t managed to discuss an alias during the short ride. We hadn’t discussed much of anything. It had been a fairly quiet ride, except for Sebastian sucking down blood bags in the backseat. “Tim,” I said finally, then fought back a grimace. Nim and Tim. Perfect. So much for intelligence under pressure.
Gwen’s eyes had only just returned to normal size, but they widened again, and she took a small step back, staring at Colin. “Oh. You’re…the vampire?”
Colin smiled his best throw-your-panties-at-me smile. “Well, I’m a vampire. I’m not sure I’m the vampire, but some might argue that point.” He held his hand out while I rolled my eyes, and Sebastian ungracefully converted a snort into a cough. For her part, Gwen let him take her hand and didn’t jerk it back when he raised it to his lips. She watched him closely, though, as if concerned he might remove her hand from her wrist and keep it without her noticing until it was too late.
“I thought I was the vampire,” Sebastian groused.
Gwen jerked her hand back and gaped at him. “You’re a vampire too?”
“Last I checked.” He rubbed his face absently, and I wondered if the scars hurt him.
“Anyway,” I went on, “Tim’s in town, and he’s going to stay here for a couple of days.” I forced the words out quickly, thinking that if I said it really fast it would sound definite, unquestionable and maybe even make sense if I was lucky.
Gwen goggled back and forth between the two men, finally settling on Colin. “Don’t you have, like, some kind of big honking house in Lakewood?” To me she added, “Didn’t you say he had a big honking house in Lakewood?”
I opened my mouth, hoping something coherent might come out, but Colin spoke before I could.
“My guest house is being renovated,” he said, “and I converted the guest room in the main house to an office last year.”
“That’s what I get for
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