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Authors: Gerry Bartlett
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to a night when he and I had almost . . .
"Those had better not be my new Prada peep toes on your feet." Flo turned to me, her dark eyes, so much like her brother's, flashing. "Who is this shoe-stealing skank?" Her nostrils quivered. "And why does she smell like you, Glory?" Lucky sat down, reverently plucked off the shoes and placed them in Flo's outstretched hands. "You must be Florence. God, you have the most incredible shoe collection I've ever seen. I would never harm such an exquisite pair of pumps, but I just had to try them on. We wear the same size!" Lucky said this like she'd just discovered her long-lost twin.
"Who the hell are you?" Flo examined the shoes carefully.
"This is Lucky Carver, Flo. A temporary houseguest."
"Silly name," Flo sniffed, but I could see the compliment to her shoes had cooled her off considerably. "A houseguest? If I didn't know better . . ." She focused a narrow-eyed gaze on me. "Did you turn this woman vampire ?" She sounded incredulous. Hey, I'd made no secret of my reluctance to do the deed. "I had to. Valdez and I found her bleeding out behind the shop."
"You shoulda seen our Glory, Flo. She saved Lucky's" -Valdez's snort was the doggy equivalent of a laugh- "life." He bumped against Flo's leg until she handed the shoes off to Richard and gave the dog an ear rub.
"Behind the shop! Who did this?" Flo looked from me to Lucky and back again.
"Good question." Richard set the shoes on the coffee table.
"By the time I got there, Lucky was near death with no sign of her attacker. She had a bodyguard who's still missing."
"Maybe the bodyguard did it." Flo picked up her shoes again. "You should get another one. You wear another woman's shoes without permission, Lucky, and anything can happen."
Lucky put her hands on her hips. "Glory told me-"
"It was an emergency. Come on, Flo. This is serious. If the bodyguard did it, she had help. She's a shape-shifter. This was definitely the work of a vampire. I healed Lucky's throat, then, uh, you know."
"I'm proud of you, Gloriana. How did you know what to do?"
I basked for a moment in Richard's look of approval. "I got Blade on my cell. He talked me through it." I moved closer to Lucky and inhaled. "Does she really smell like me? I can't tell. I thought so at first, but now . . ."
"Slightly." Richard smiled and put his hand on my shoulder. "Because she is so recently made. The similarity will fade in time." Hmm. Richard sounded like an expert on the subject. I wondered how many mortals he'd "saved" since the Crusades. Yep, he's really ancient.
Flo looked at his hand on my shoulder. "Where is Jeremiah?" She'd said the magic word. Richard frowned and stepped away from me.
"Jerry's in Louisiana, but he'll be home soon." I bit back a sigh. I guess Jerry and I are considered a "couple" if only because we'd been on and off for over four hundred years and he'd "made" me just like I'd made Lucky. But, while we connected in bed like nobody's business, out of bed we'd always had our issues. That first flush of lust and love had settled into familiarity territory.
"Are Jerry, Jeremiah and Blade all the same guy? Or does Glory have several guys on the hook?" Lucky's admiring glance made it clear she had no problem with that.
"All the same handsome man." Flo tossed her hair and stared at Lucky. "Tell me your real name. This Lucky is not it."
"Luciana Carvarelli. Sue me, but I got tired of the whole Mafia princess thing." Whoa! Mafia?
Lucky laughed. "Kidding. Papa's a tough bastard, but not into kissing anyone's ring." Florence said something in Italian and Lucky answered in the same language. Next thing I knew they were headed down the hall toward Flo's bedroom, both talking a mile a minute complete with hand gestures.
"They're going to find some shoes for Lucky to wear. Apparently Lucky's good boots were ruined by a huge bloodstain." Richard grinned and sat on the couch, patting the seat beside him. "This could take a while. Tell me more about
"Those had better not be my new Prada peep toes on your feet." Flo turned to me, her dark eyes, so much like her brother's, flashing. "Who is this shoe-stealing skank?" Her nostrils quivered. "And why does she smell like you, Glory?" Lucky sat down, reverently plucked off the shoes and placed them in Flo's outstretched hands. "You must be Florence. God, you have the most incredible shoe collection I've ever seen. I would never harm such an exquisite pair of pumps, but I just had to try them on. We wear the same size!" Lucky said this like she'd just discovered her long-lost twin.
"Who the hell are you?" Flo examined the shoes carefully.
"This is Lucky Carver, Flo. A temporary houseguest."
"Silly name," Flo sniffed, but I could see the compliment to her shoes had cooled her off considerably. "A houseguest? If I didn't know better . . ." She focused a narrow-eyed gaze on me. "Did you turn this woman vampire ?" She sounded incredulous. Hey, I'd made no secret of my reluctance to do the deed. "I had to. Valdez and I found her bleeding out behind the shop."
"You shoulda seen our Glory, Flo. She saved Lucky's" -Valdez's snort was the doggy equivalent of a laugh- "life." He bumped against Flo's leg until she handed the shoes off to Richard and gave the dog an ear rub.
"Behind the shop! Who did this?" Flo looked from me to Lucky and back again.
"Good question." Richard set the shoes on the coffee table.
"By the time I got there, Lucky was near death with no sign of her attacker. She had a bodyguard who's still missing."
"Maybe the bodyguard did it." Flo picked up her shoes again. "You should get another one. You wear another woman's shoes without permission, Lucky, and anything can happen."
Lucky put her hands on her hips. "Glory told me-"
"It was an emergency. Come on, Flo. This is serious. If the bodyguard did it, she had help. She's a shape-shifter. This was definitely the work of a vampire. I healed Lucky's throat, then, uh, you know."
"I'm proud of you, Gloriana. How did you know what to do?"
I basked for a moment in Richard's look of approval. "I got Blade on my cell. He talked me through it." I moved closer to Lucky and inhaled. "Does she really smell like me? I can't tell. I thought so at first, but now . . ."
"Slightly." Richard smiled and put his hand on my shoulder. "Because she is so recently made. The similarity will fade in time." Hmm. Richard sounded like an expert on the subject. I wondered how many mortals he'd "saved" since the Crusades. Yep, he's really ancient.
Flo looked at his hand on my shoulder. "Where is Jeremiah?" She'd said the magic word. Richard frowned and stepped away from me.
"Jerry's in Louisiana, but he'll be home soon." I bit back a sigh. I guess Jerry and I are considered a "couple" if only because we'd been on and off for over four hundred years and he'd "made" me just like I'd made Lucky. But, while we connected in bed like nobody's business, out of bed we'd always had our issues. That first flush of lust and love had settled into familiarity territory.
"Are Jerry, Jeremiah and Blade all the same guy? Or does Glory have several guys on the hook?" Lucky's admiring glance made it clear she had no problem with that.
"All the same handsome man." Flo tossed her hair and stared at Lucky. "Tell me your real name. This Lucky is not it."
"Luciana Carvarelli. Sue me, but I got tired of the whole Mafia princess thing." Whoa! Mafia?
Lucky laughed. "Kidding. Papa's a tough bastard, but not into kissing anyone's ring." Florence said something in Italian and Lucky answered in the same language. Next thing I knew they were headed down the hall toward Flo's bedroom, both talking a mile a minute complete with hand gestures.
"They're going to find some shoes for Lucky to wear. Apparently Lucky's good boots were ruined by a huge bloodstain." Richard grinned and sat on the couch, patting the seat beside him. "This could take a while. Tell me more about
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