Lover's Bite. Maggie Shayne

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      “You okay?”

      She lifted her head and met Roxy’s eyes. Roxy. The wild, irreverent, redheaded mortal whose age was fathomless. The belladonna antigen in her blood, the hallmark of the only humans with the potential to become vampires, made it unlikely she would live nearly as long as she already had, but she showed no signs of slowing down. Roxy. The most trusted mortal Topaz could imagine. One of the sexiest, most beautiful women of any age she’d ever seen. And easily the wisest.

      “You still love that asshole, don’t you?” Roxy asked, coming to a stop very close to her in the hallway.

      “That would make me a complete idiot, and I’m not an idiot, Roxy.”

      “No, you’re not. But we can’t always help how we feel.”

      “I can. I’m the least likely person in the world to fall for a con in the first place, much less twice by the same person. No way.”

      “Well, good. Don’t let him con you again.” Roxy shrugged. “Doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy him, though.” She glanced toward Jack’s closed door. “Hell, if I didn’t know you were into him, I might give him a tumble myself. ’Course, that would spoil him for all other women, but you know, some things can’t be helped.” She winked at Topaz.

      Topaz smiled, grateful for Roxy’s always uplifting influence. “Is everyone else in the van already?”

      “Vixen and Seth are—probably making out in the back, if I know those two. Raphael’s on his way. The devil only knows about Briar. I haven’t told Ilyana about the meeting yet. On my way to do that right now, actually.”

      “Let’s tell her together.”

      Roxy nodded, and the two of them strolled down the hall of the Super 8 Motel, toward the room the newcomer, Ilyana, had taken. They’d found the mortal—one of the Chosen, like Roxy, though far younger—locked in a cage in Gregor’s suite during their latest encounter with the rogue vampire. They’d rescued her, but she was afraid of them, and no wonder, if that monster had been her only experience with the undead. She’d told them almost nothing. Not why he’d held her captive, nor for how long. Topaz could only imagine what she might have suffered while in Gregor’s care, though she bore no illusions that it had been less than horrific.

      Roxy tapped on the door. “Ilyana, it’s Roxy.”

      The door opened and the mortal, with her pixieshort platinum-blond hair and striking blue eyes, stared out at the two of them. Her eyes were warm and welcoming on Roxy’s, but when they fell upon Topaz, they cooled considerably. “What do you want?” she asked.

      “Group meeting,” Roxy told her. “We’re gathering in the van.”

      Ilyana searched Roxy’s face, her gaze occasionally darting past it to Topaz’s, but never lingering there. She was still wary. “Are we giving up the search for Gregor?” she asked at length.

      “Taking a break, maybe. Giving up? No way. Raphael is way too stubborn for that,” Roxy said.

      Nodding, Ilyana turned. “I’ll gather my things. Give me a few minutes.”

      “That’s fine.” Roxy pulled the door closed, and linked arms with Topaz. “You know, he’s got it just as badly as you do.”

      “Who’s got what?” Topaz asked, pretending she didn’t know exactly what Roxy was trying to say.

      “He—” Roxy pointed toward Jack’s room “—has got it—” she pumped her fists at her sides and thrust her hips a couple of times “—for you.” She poked Topaz in the chest with a forefinger. “Just as badly as you—” poke “—have it—” thrust “—for him.”

      “Okay, okay. I get it. Enough with the pantomime already. It’s creepy.”

      Roxy frowned. “Men usually find it more sexy than creepy, but I suppose being a straight girl—”

      “And you’re wrong. He doesn’t feel a damn thing for me.”

      “Not even…” Roxy pumped her hips again, more subtly this time, though.

      “Well, sure, that. I mean, who wouldn’t?”

      “Exactly.”

      “But that’s physical. He’d jump my bones if I’d let him. He’d also just as soon take my money and run again as look at me.”

      “Then why do you suppose he’s here?” Roxy stared into Topaz’s eyes for a long moment, almost as if she expected an answer to what she had to know was an impossible question. “He already took the money,” she went on. “So why hasn’t he run?”

      “He only came back to me when it looked like our gang was going to kick his gang’s ass.”

      “He could have gone anywhere to get away from Gregor and the rogues, Topaz. He didn’t have to join up with us. I think you should keep that in mind.”

      “Probably figured I had a few bucks left in the bank he hadn’t scammed yet. Or maybe he’s planning to run a con on one of you.”

      Roxy lifted her brows and looked over her shoulder toward his room. “Hot damn, it would be worth it. I wonder how much is in my IRA by now?”

      “Fuck you, Roxy.”

      Roxy grinned from ear to ear. “I don’t swing that way, Topaz. Though I compliment you on your taste in women.”

      Topaz felt her frown dissolve as she elbowed Roxy lightly in the rib cage, and the two of them laughed together as they made their way across the dark motel parking lot toward a canary-yellow conversion van named Shirley.

      Jack waited until everyone else had headed out to the van to slip out of his room and down the hall to Topaz’s. He picked the locks with the power of his mind, hand on the knob, ear to the door, willing the tumblers to, well, tumble. When they did, he opened the door and walked inside.

      Her things were packed and her cases stacked. A half dozen of them, at least. Designer luggage, all of it matching, made by Coach. He thought they only made handbags and shoes. And those cost a fortune. What must an entire set of Coach luggage have set her back?

      Damn, he must have left too much of her money behind if she could still afford to blow it like this.

      Sighing, he gazed at the rumpled blankets, and his throat closed up. She hadn’t made her bed—left that for the maid, along with a hefty tip on the nightstand to thank her for her trouble. The covers were untidy and thrown back to reveal the faint outline of her body on the mattress, the imprint of her head on the pillow.

      Damn.

      Before he could stop himself, Jack was crawling onto that bed, pressing his face to the place where she’d rested, inhaling her scent, and wishing it were her flesh he was lying on and not just her bed.

      Intoxicating, the essence of Topaz that lingered СКАЧАТЬ