About a Vampire

“You did when you flashed your fangs which you couldn’t have done if you hadn’t been turned,” Gia pointed out.

“How do you know how the accident happened?” Holly asked, and then rolled her eyes. “You read my mind.”

“As soon as I got here,” Gia confirmed.

“Oh,” she sighed. “Of course you did.”

“Holly, the accident wasn’t your fault,” Gia said firmly. “Your whole life has been turned upside down, and it’s been made even more difficult because you are trying to carry on as you did before that happened. Of course things were bound to explode.”

Holly smiled crookedly. “You know I find it interesting how sometimes your accent is so thick and your “English is not always perfect” and yet other times you have hardly any accent at all, and your English is just fine.” ’

Gia grinned and shrugged. “C’est la vie.”

“That’s French,” Holly accused.

“Si.” Gia smiled. “It means questa e la vita.”

Holly shook her head and turned to continue out of the room. She needed a bath . . . and a good cry. No matter what Gia said, she felt responsible for the accident, and she always would. Turning James had been the only thing she could think to do to make up for it. But what if he hated her for it? She hadn’t asked him if he wanted to be turned. How would he handle finding out what she’d done?





Eighteen


Holly stepped into the house and paused, her gaze shifting to the closed living room door as a trill of laughter sounded. It was girly and flirty and nothing like the normally husky sound that usually came from Gia. At least Holly had never heard her laugh like that before this last week as she’d taken care of and looked after James while Holly attended her classes and went to work.

Holly closed the door, a smile curving her lips as Gia laughed again, joined this time by James’s much deeper chuckle. He had woken up on Sunday while she was still sleeping in the guest room. By the time she’d got up James was untaped, bathed, dressed and Gia had explained everything to him. He’d taken the knowledge that he was a vampire rather well. Better than she had, certainly, and he hadn’t blamed her for any of it.

Holly moved into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door to consider what to make for supper.

“No need to make dinner, you’re going out,” Gia announced cheerfully, leading James into the kitchen. “How was school?”

“Good,” Holly assured her.

“And work?” James asked.

“Not as good, but okay,” she said with a smile and then raised her eyebrows. “Why are we going out to dinner?” She tilted her head and raised her eyebrows. “What’s up?”

James and Gia exchanged a glance and then James shook his head. “You’ll find out. Come on. I’m hungry.”

Holly fell into step behind him, following him to the door until she realized Gia wasn’t behind her. Slowing, she glanced over her shoulder. “Isn’t Gia coming?”

“Nope. Just you and me, Holly,” James said, and added, “We need to talk.”

Holly raised her eyebrows, but followed him out to the car and let him see her into the passenger seat. She wasn’t sure what James wanted to talk about, but she had an idea and she didn’t want to discuss it in a restaurant.

“I know,” she said as James slid behind the steering wheel and pulled his door closed.

He peered at her warily. “What?”

“Gia can’t read or control you. You’re a possible life mate to her,” she said solemnly.

James peered out the front window, biting his lip. “How did you know?”

“She’s eating, James,” Holly pointed out. “Old immortals who are unmated lose interest in food and regain it when they meet a possible life mate. Gia didn’t eat once the entire time I was in Southern California. But she has been eating ever since you woke up from the turn.”

“I didn’t know that,” he admitted. “About her not eating before this, I mean.”

Holly shrugged. “So . . .”

“So?” he asked.

“So you want a divorce to be with her.” It wasn’t a question.

“How did you—-”

“Why else would you want to talk to me alone?” she interrupted dryly, managing not to roll her eyes. Honestly, men thought women were so dense.

James eyed her uncertainly and then asked, “Are you upset?”

“Surprisingly enough, no,” Holly admitted with a faint smile and then shook her head with a sort of bewilderment. “I knew what was happening the minute she put the first bite of food in her mouth. I listened to you guys laugh and joke. I even saw the moony eyes you made at each other, and I just kept waiting to feel the jealousy, even a little of it. But it never came, and that’s when I realized . . .”

“That while you love me, it isn’t like it is with Justin,” James suggested with understanding.

“She told you about him?” Holly asked.

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