I was thinking about stopping at a restaurant. Would you care to join me?”
She shifted in the car seat to face him, causing him to glance at her legs once again. “Are you asking me out?”
“No.”
“Will you purr if I tickle you behind the ears?”
“No.”
“Will you dance the samba for me in your hot pink sequined thong?”
“No.”
“Do you always say no?”
His mouth twitched. “No.
Wasn’t it wonderful of Angus and Emma to spring for first class tickets?”
“Yes.”
“It’s an incredibly long flight, you know.”
“Yes.”
“They’ll show us a movie or two.”
“Yes.”
She leaned close to him, smiling. “I love traveling with you. You’re so agreeable.”
He gave her an annoyed look. “Are you going to talk the whole time?”
She smiled sweetly. “Yes.
After four hundred and ninety-nine years of existence, Connor Buchanan arrived at an inescapable conclusion regarding himself. He was a coldhearted old bastard.
Kerrelyn SparksShe looked at Connor. “How old are you?”
His jaw shifted. “I doona discuss my private life.”
“I can translate that for you,” Phineas offered. “It means he’s embarrassed he was a caveman and ate brontosaurus burgers for lunch.”
Connor arched an eyebrow at him. “The correct translation is ‘sod off.’
I asked if I could touch you and kiss you, and ye agreed. Have ye changed yer mind?”
“No.” Her heart thundered in her ears. “But ye’re moving so fast.”
“Sweetheart, I doona count time in millennia like you. I’d like to get started. In this century.
I was transformed. Into a vampire." He glanced quickly around the table, but was met with nothing but blank looks. At least, they weren't screaming. Or trying to stab him with the silverware.
"Are you sure, dear?" Dorotea asked.
"It's true," Maggie said. "Pierce and I are both vampires."
Silence descended around the table as everyone stopped eating. Pierce wondered when the screaming would begin.
"Ah, well." Dorotea shrugged. "Nobody's perfect."
"That's the truth," Aunt Betty muttered.
"Pass the potatoes," Uncle Bob said.
Can we talk now?” she asked.
“Nay, we need to . . . load the dishwasher.” He padded into the kitchen and took his time rinsing everything in the sink before stacking it into the machine. He even scrubbed the pot he’d warmed the soup in.
When he closed the dishwasher, she was waiting there, holding a mop.
She offered it to him. “Do you want to clean the floors now? And sweep the porch? I think the antlers on the moose head need polishing.
Did those ladies claim that I slept with them?”
“No.” She shook her head, and her blush deepened. “But they want to. Along with hundreds of others.”
“Hundreds?” He tried not to laugh. “I’m not much of a playboy, am I, if I’ve neglected to sleep with hundreds of willing victims?”
She tilted her head, considering. “That would depend on how large a pool of volunteers you started off with.”
He lifted his eyebrows. Did she think he was operating in the thousands?
How could everything go so wrong so fast? For goodness’ sake, she was only looking for a few plants. But instead, she’d found a whole village of mind-controlled slaves and a whole army of acrobatic kung fu vampires.
Kerrelyn SparksFrowning, Garrett ran a hand through his hair. “How can you stay the head of the Stake-Out team? Isn’t that a conflict of interest?”
“You expect me to stake myself?” Sean growled.
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