About a Vampire

“Too late,” Justin muttered, turning toward the kitchen. “Life has already kicked my ass, and has left precious little for her to have at.”


“Trouble?” Tomasso asked as Justin pushed into the kitchen.

Justin glanced to the big guy, noting that he was folding a dish towel and setting it on the counter. The twins had helped Gia clean, obviously, or perhaps even done it all themselves. He wouldn’t have been surprised. It wasn’t like she had eaten anything. The pair probably would have felt bad to make her do the cleaning up when they’d eaten every last scrap of food he’d made.

“I gather you overheard what I said to your brother?” Justin asked finally, carrying his sandwich over to put it in the refrigerator for later . . . when he’d regained his appetite.

Tomasso grunted in the affirmative and Justin closed the fridge door with a sigh. “Holly has known her husband all her life. They were childhood friends and sweethearts. She isn’t likely to throw him over for me. She hardly knows me.”

“Then maybe she needs to,” Tomasso said mildly as he moved to open the cupboard and began to retrieve the rest of the jumbo--sized bags of chips inside.

Justin watched him, but his mind was on what he’d said. “You think I should continue to woo her? Let her get to know me? You think she might choose me then?”

“Only one way to find out,” Tomasso said with a shrug. Chips stacked in one beefy arm, he reached into the refrigerator with his free hand and retrieved a six--pack of soda. “What have you got to lose?”

“Right,” Justin murmured thoughtfully, and then noted what the man had in his arms and said, “Dante already took out chips and pop.”

“Those were for him.” Tomasso moved to the door to the hall. As he pushed through, he added, “These are for me.”

“Oh,” Justin said as he watched the door swing closed. Shaking his head, he turned back toward the table, muttering, “We’re going to need to go shopping again.”

He started to sit down at the table, but then paused and moved to the drawer beside the refrigerator to retrieve one of the notepads and pens Jackie kept there. She kept them there for making grocery lists. He wanted it for another list entirely. He was going to make up a list of ways to woo Holly.

Dropping to sit at the kitchen table, he opened the notebook to the first page and wrote, “Battle Strategy.” He then sat back and smiled at what he’d written . . . because this was war. He was fighting for his life mate, and perhaps even his very life . . . and in the battle of the sexes, he was king. There wasn’t a woman he had wanted that he hadn’t been able to win, and he wanted Holly.





Ten


“Think sex.”

“What?” Holly gaped at the trio in front of her. It was Saturday morning after the fish debacle. After Justin had left her room, Holly had laid down to rest rather than risk running into him again for a bit, and she’d slept through what little had been left of the night. Now it was morning, they’d all had breakfast and Justin, Dante, and Tomasso had all decided it was time to move ahead with her lessons on how to be an immortal. Apparently, it wasn’t a natural thing. One didn’t become immortal and simply automatically know how to do everything they needed to know how to do. She’d thought they were ridiculous when they’d said that, until they’d asked her to “get” her fangs out.

She’d laughed at the comment. The way they said it made it sound as if she had them in her pocket. But she’d stopped laughing when they’d insisted and she’d tried, only to realize she hadn’t a clue how to “get” them out. Thinking, “Come on, fangs. Pop out of my mouth . . . please . . . pretty please.” Hadn’t worked at all. Now they were giving her suggestions.

“Think sex,” Tomasso repeated completely straight--faced.

“Like the smell of blood when you’re hungry, sexual excitement can bring on your fangs,” Justin explained quietly.

“Oh,” she said weakly.

“It’s all right,” Dante said quietly. “Just close your eyes and imagine you and your husband in bed.”

Holly blushed furiously at the suggestion, and then shook her head. “I’m not sitting here thinking of sex with the three of you all standing there grinning at me like a bunch of perverts.”

Actually, Justin wasn’t grinning at the suggestion, she noticed. If anything, he looked strained, but she didn’t take back her words.

Dante nodded as if he’d expected as much and then turned to Bricker. “Kiss her.”

“What?” They both squawked that word together.

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