“Probably a young one, maybe two,” Tate answered.
He’d been stiff with me ever since my relationship with Noah began. I had no idea what prompted his attitude, but two could play cold shoulder.
We didn’t talk again until we parked at the club. Even over the pounding of the music, I heard the heartbeats inside. Lots of them.
“Why hasn’t the club been evacuated?”
“No bodies, Commander,” Cooper said. “Just someone saying they saw a woman struggling with some blood on her neck. Then the woman disappeared. Don didn’t want to make the vamp suspicious if he’s still here.”
Cooper had exceeded my expectations of him. Since that horrible afternoon at the cave, he never questioned my orders again. He still called me a freak to my face, but that didn’t bother me. Now it was more like, “You’re a freak, Commander. Come on, men, you heard the bitch! Move! Move!” He could call me any name in the book as long as he showed that same dedication.
“And the rest of the team is standing by?”
This was the most half-assed approach to a potential murder we’d ever taken. The guys weren’t even properly suited up. They probably figured this was bullshit since the 911 caller had sounded drunk. It wouldn’t be the first false alarm we’d received. Or the fiftieth.
“Querida, let’s just go inside and check it out,” Juan said, impatient. “If it’s nothing, drinks are on me.”
Sold. Without further complaint I pulled my coat on and we headed for the door. The May evening wasn’t cold, but the trench coat concealed my weapons. The guys let me enter first as always, and as soon as I crossed the doorway, I knew it was a trap.
“Surprise!” Denise screamed.
The word was repeated by several members of my team as well as the two dozen male employees of what was clearly a strip club.
I blinked stupidly. “My birthday was last week.”
She laughed. “I know that, Cat! That’s why your party is a surprise. You can thank Tate; he’s the one who planned the fake job as a setup to get you here.”
I was overwhelmed. “Is Noah here?”
Denise snorted. “At a strip club? No. You can bet I didn’t invite your mother, either!”
The very thought of my mother inside a male strip club made me laugh. She would have run screaming out the door.
Tate came up behind me and kissed me lightly on the cheek. “Happy birthday, Cat,” he said softly.
I hugged him. Only then did I realize how much our recent estrangement had upset me. He and Juan were like the brothers I never had.
Juan pulled me into his arms from behind. “Denise hired me to be your gigolo for the night. You tell me how many orgasms you want, and I promise to deliver. I’ll give you a whole new definition of the term smooth criminal, querida. Mmm, your ass feels like a round piece of—ooof!”
Tate’s elbow in his rib cage cut him off. I rolled my eyes.
“I’m still armed, Juan. And you still have time left on your sentence for chopping cars. You might want to remember that.” Then I looked over some of the heads and spotted another familiar face. “Is that Don? How did you get him to come to a place like this?”
Don approached me, looking about as comfortable as my mother would have.
“Happy belated birthday, Cat,” he said, giving me a self-deprecating smile. “Aren’t you glad Juan picked the place and not me? We would have had lattes and hors d’oeuvres instead of liquor and G-strings. Anyone get you a gin yet?”
“Here,” Denise chirped, handing me a tall glass. She smiled at Don. “You must be her boss. You look just like I pictured you.”
“You must be Denise. My name is Don, but don’t remember it. You’re not supposed to know about this.”
She waived an airy hand. “If it makes you feel better, I’m going to get so drunk that I won’t even remember my own name later. How’s that for security?”
He gave me a wintry smile. “I can see why the two of you get along.”
“Where’s the birthday girl?” a buff young man in a leopard thong cooed as he approached.
“Right here!” Denise said immediately. “And she needs a lap dance, stat!”
“Don’t worry, Daddy, I’ll take good care of your girl.” The stripper grinned at Don.
I almost choked on my gin. “He’s not my father,” I corrected at once.
“No? You have the same look, sugar. All stiff shoulders and sharp eyes. I’ll fix you up, gorgeous, but you”—he winked at Don—“I’ll send Chip over to fix you.”
Denise started to laugh. Don looked even more ill than he did when he’d been mistaken for my father.
“If you need me, Cat,” he grated, “I’ll be in the corner. Hiding.”
The club closed at three A.M. Don had kindly arranged for the carpooling for the rest of my team, but even with the drum of gin I’d consumed, I was still sober enough to take Denise, Juan, and Tate home.
Since Tate was the closest to my house, he was my last stop. He gamely tried to walk to his door, but his feet kept getting away from him. Out of amused frustration, I ended up carrying him inside. Thankfully he’d taken his key out so I didn’t have to frisk him to find it.
For all the times he’d been to my house, I’d never been in his. The interior of the single-story home was clean enough to make a drill sergeant happy. He didn’t have any pets, not even a goldfish, and his walls were bare of any artwork. When I got to his bedroom, it was more of the same. No decorations, just a single TV, and I could have bounced a quarter off his bed, but after hefting Tate onto it and tugging his shoes off, I wasn’t in the mood.
He had a picture on his nightstand. It was the only one I’d seen in the whole house, so I looked at it curiously. It was of me, to my surprise, and not one I’d posed for. I was half turned away from the camera at a crime scene, of all things. He must have snapped it while he was photographing the bodies.
“Why do you have this?” I wondered out loud, not really expecting an answer.
Tate mumbled something that might have been my name, and with a suddenness I didn’t believe him capable of in his condition, grasped me and pulled me down on top of him.
I was so stunned I didn’t move. Tate kissed me, his mouth warm and tasting like alcohol while his lips moved over mine hungrily. He pushed past my lips and scoured the inside with his tongue. When he reached for the front of my pants, I finally reacted.
“Stop it,” I snapped, and shoved him back so hard, his head bounced off the headboard.
Tate breathed heavily, his dark blue eyes glazed from inebriation and other things.
“You ever wanted something you couldn’t have?” he asked roughly.
I was speechless. Over four years of nothing but a platonic relationship, and now here was Tate looking at me in a way that would put Juan’s most lustful leer to shame.
He gave a humorless laugh and ran a hand through his short brown hair.
“Shocked? You shouldn’t be. I’ve wanted you from the first time I saw you in that hospital bed, looking like a goddamn angel with your red hair and your big gray eyes. Yeah, I’m drunk, but it’s true anyway. Maybe I won’t even remember this in the morning. You don’t have to worry. I can handle things the way they are. I just had to kiss you tonight, no matter what happened afterward.”
“Tate, I…I’m sorry.” What else could I say? I must have had way too much to drink, too, because he had never looked as attractive as he did now, with that almost dangerous glint in his eyes. Denise had always said he was a dead ringer for Brad Pitt in Mr. and Mrs. Smith.
He smiled wryly. “You can hear my heart pounding, can’t you? When I drank that blood in Ohio, I could hear yours. I could smell you on my hands.”
“You’re my friend.” My voice quavered a bit, because the rawness in his face alarmed and—on a baser level—aroused me. “But we work together. I can’t give you more than that.”
He blew out a sigh through his nose and nodded shortly. “I know you don’t feel the sa
me way about me. Yet.”
That single word made me draw back and head toward the door. It was too loaded with meaning for me to stay another minute.
“Answer me one thing before you go. One thing, and tell me the truth. Have you ever been in love?”
This stumbled me and I sputtered my reply. “Tate, I—I don’t think this is something we should discuss—”
“Bullshit,” he cut me off. “I just laid myself open here. Answer the question.”
Perhaps I also thought he might not remember this conversation in the morning, or maybe it was just his honesty. Either way, I answered him with the truth.
“Once. Years ago, before I met you.”
Tate didn’t blink, and his eyes bored into mine. “Who was he? What happened?”
I turned away, because now I was going to lie. When I answered him, it was as I walked out the door.
“You know who he was. He was the vampire I’d been sleeping with who wrecked your car the day we met. So you also know what happened to him. I killed him.”
NINE
WORK HAD BEEN HECTIC. IN SOME WAYS that was good. The frantic schedule over the last two weeks kept the awkwardness with Tate and me down to a minimum. It was hard to be gawky when your lives were constantly on the line.
Things with Noah weren’t rosy, either. Despite his best efforts, my frequent absences strained our already tenuous dating relationship. And lately he’d started to drop hints about wanting to “deepen” things between us. Not that I blamed him for trying—we’d been going out for over two months, but it wasn’t going to happen.
I already knew we wouldn’t work, no matter how great of a person Noah was. There were too many lies between us, all mine, of course, and the bottom line appeared to be that I still wasn’t ready to let go of my former doomed relationship. Hey, at least I’d tried. Now I had to let Noah down gently. I’d already told him I understood if my schedule was too difficult for him to handle. Either Noah was stubborn or he wasn’t taking the hint. I had to start employing more concise methods, but I wasn’t about to just say, We’re through! and hang up on him. I liked Noah, and I hated the thought of hurting him.
Then on a Tuesday, abysmally early, my phone rang. I vaulted up to answer it, already looking for clothes and cursing whatever pulseless creature was causing trouble before eight in the morning, when I heard Denise’s voice.
“What’s wrong?” I asked immediately.
“Nothing! I’m sorry to call so early, but I couldn’t wait to tell you. Oh, Cat, I’m so happy. I’m getting married!”
I didn’t go through any of the “Are you sure? It’s so sudden!” objections with Denise. She’d only been dating her new boyfriend, Randy, for two weeks, but Denise wasn’t normally impulsive and she’d said that she knew she loved Randy and he felt the same way about her. Seeing the bowled-over look in her eyes, I knew anything I said about rushing, waiting, or caution would fall on deaf ears, anyway. Besides, she had enough to deal with. Denise’s parents refused to even meet Randy, since he was Catholic and they were Jewish. His parents weren’t wild about their extremely short courtship, either. Who said falling in love was easy? Certainly not me.
I was planning a little chat with her parents. For years I’d been trying to harness the power in my eyes. They weren’t as potent as a vampire’s, but I was going to give it my best shot. Denise deserved a happy wedding, and I would do my damnedest to give it to her. What could go wrong? They couldn’t be more opposed to the wedding than they already were.
I insisted on buying the flowers, the photographer, and the cake. They were taking on the expense for the rest of it. Denise tried to decline, but I threatened her with my knives and my PMS. In my nonworking hours, we scrambled to pick out her dress, the bridesmaids’ dresses, the flowers, and the invitations. It wasn’t until four days before the wedding that I met Randy. To my selfish relief, he was moving into her house, not the other way around. Denise said he was an independent software consultant—a computer genius, she’d gushed—and therefore it was easier for him to relocate than her with her local nine to five job.
Denise enlisted me to help unpack, and when Randy pulled up in a U-Haul, I got my first look at him. He was five-ten with light brown hair, rimless glasses, and a slim athletic build. He was handsome in an easygoing way, but I liked his eyes the most. They lit up when he looked at her.
Randy held out a hand after kissing Denise hello. “You must be Cat. Denise can’t stop talking about you. Thank you for all of your help with the wedding.”
I ignored his hand and hugged him instead. “I’m so glad to finally meet you! And don’t worry about the help. I’ll probably never get married, so I’m living vicariously through her. Let’s get you unloaded. Denise has her final fitting tonight, and she can’t be late for it.”
Randy coughed. “Um, honey, didn’t you say we’d have enough help? There’s just the three of us.”
Denise laughed. “Don’t worry. Cat comes from a long line of farmers. Believe me, we could sit and watch, but that wouldn’t be polite.”
Randy looked doubtfully at me. Denise, true to her word, hadn’t told him a thing about my bloodline. He thought I just worked for the government.
Randy followed me to the back of the truck. “Are you sure about this? I’m meeting my friend tonight, one of the groomsmen, and he offered to help. I told him we didn’t need it because of what Denise said, but I could call him. You don’t want to strain yourself.”
“Randy, that’s sweet, but don’t worry. We’ll be done in no time.”
Half an hour later, Randy gaped at his furniture neatly arranged in Denise’s pretty two-story home. Sometimes being half dead didn’t all suck.
“Farmers?” he asked in disbelief, looking at me.
I smiled. “Farmers. Back five generations.”
“Right,” he said. Denise hid her giggle.
“Go shower,” I urged her. “We have to leave.”
“Randy, what time will you be back tonight? Should Cat and I grab dinner?”
“Yeah. I’m meeting my friend, so I’ll be a while.”
I cleared my throat with mock menace. “Okay, I’m going!” she relented.
“Thank you for all of your help,” Randy said again. “Not just the moving today. Or the wedding. Denise told me how you’ve always been there for her. It’s rare to have a friend like that.”
He stared at me without pretense, and I knew why Denise felt a connection with him. There was something very direct in his gaze.
“You’re welcome.” I didn’t say more than that. Somehow, I didn’t need to.
“I’m ready,” Denise chirped several minutes later.
I gave Randy one last hug goodbye. “It was great to finally meet you.”
“Likewise. Take care of my girl.”
“Oh, she does,” Denise assured him. “She does.”
Four hours later, after Denise’s fitting and then an uninterrupted—for once!—dinner, I dropped her off at home and arrived back at my house. It was nearly one A.M. Almost an early night for me.
I froze as I got out of the car and felt a faint charge in the air outside. There were no unusual sounds, just the background noises of people in the surrounding houses, and I didn’t sense anyone. Still, I stretched my hands and felt the empty air of the driveway like it had form. There was the barest impression of inhuman energy, not strong enough for the source to still be there, but something had been. Maybe it was just some creature who’d passed by. It wouldn’t be the first time. Something about the residual aura didn’t feel threatening. Vampires or ghouls gave off a different vibe when they were hunting to kill.
Mentally I shrugged. If some evil dead thing had found me and had malicious intent, they would be waiting inside. To be safe, I entered cautiously, then checked all the rooms. Nothing.
I took a shower and climbed into bed. No monster was under it—I’d checked as a stupid precaution—but still, that odd feeling lingered. I could have sworn it felt like
someone had been in my house. But that was stupid. Jeez, I was getting as paranoid as Don.
I closed my eyes with finality, trying to shut out the memory of that old childhood bedtime prayer…If I should die before I wake…
I slept with one of my knives under my bed, telling myself I wasn’t being paranoid. I was just being cautious.
Yeah, right. I didn’t believe it, either.
TEN
DENISE, IT’S ALMOST TIME.”
We were sequestered in our own private room of the country club to avoid running into the groom. The ceremony and reception would be held on site. Denise beamed at me as I adjusted her veil.
“I don’t know what you said to my parents. You must have drugged them, but I don’t care!”
In all innocence I hugged her. No need to tell her I had drugged them, with the essence of vampire hallucinogenic in their iced tea, then practiced mind control with my eyes. It had worked, to my astonishment. While they still were dismayed over the religious differences, they were here.
Felicity sauntered into the room. I didn’t like her, but she was Denise’s cousin and one of the bridesmaids, so pleasantness was required. While I’d been helping Denise get ready, she’d been scouting out the guests for any single males. The woman was perpetually in heat.
“That last groomsman finally showed up,” she remarked.
I sighed in relief. Now we wouldn’t have to delay the wedding.
“He’s yummy,” she continued. She thought anyone able-bodied with a dick was yummy, but I kept that to myself. “I only saw him from behind for a second, but what an ass.”
“Um, Felicity, could you get the flowers?” I suggested, rolling my eyes at Denise.
Denise grinned. “Good news, Felicity. He’s the one you’re paired with tonight. I’ve never met him, but Randy said he’s single.”
Denise had segregated the bridal party to a long rectangular table with every seat boy-girl-boy-girl. I thought it was a bit odd to have the bridal party segregated like that, but this was her show, not mine.
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