Dead Perfect - Page 73

“Evening?” Shannah heard the frown in her mother’s voice. “Whatever for?”

“It’s more romantic, Mom. We aren’t planning anything big. Ronan doesn’t have any family, so we thought we’d keep it small and intimate.”

“Yes, all right, dear. You know, I thought there was something between you two when you were here before.”

“I never could hide anything from you,” Shannah replied. “Tell Dad I’m sorry I missed him and I’ll call him later in the week.”

“I will, dear. And be sure to give Ronan my best.”

“All right. Good night, Mom, I love you.”

“I love you more.”

Smiling, Shannah replaced the receiver.

“Your mother didn’t sound too thrilled,” Ronan remarked.

“Of course she is! You heard her. She thinks it will nice having a celebrity in the family.”

“Maybe she’s right,” he said thoughtfully. “Maybe you are rushing into this.”

Shannah frowned, then poked him in the chest with her forefinger. “Are you trying to back out?”

“Of course not.”

“Hush, then, and kiss me.”

“Working your vampire magic on me, are you?”

“Well, I’m trying!”

“And succeeding,” he said, his voice a low growl as he pulled her into his arms.

Jim Hewitt sat in his hotel room, reading Carl Overstreet’s most recent column on vampires for the second time.

And so, dear reader, we come at last to the end of our tale. I searched for a vampire, and I found one. You may not believe me, but I swear by everything I hold dear that it’s the truth. I spoke to him briefly, under conditions I would rather not repeat or remember. He told me that he had been a vampire for five hundred and thirteen years and admitted that he had killed “a hundred people, maybe more” in that time.

He said he was made a vampire against his will, that there were many vampires here, in the United States, and many others throughout the world. “More than you want to know” were his exact words.

He said there had been vampires since the beginning of time. When questioned, he said he didn’t know where the first vampire had come from, though there were some who believed that Vlad the Impaler was the father of the Undead. Whoever the first vampire was, it’s believed that he made a deal with the Devil, trading his soul for immortality.

Our vampire said he had never turned another into a vampire, but that he knew how it was done. Indeed, he even offered to show me. You may be sure that I quickly declined.

At this point, he grew impatient and the interview was over.

As for me, I hope never to see him again.

As someone once said, “Ignorance is bliss.” Oh, how I long to be ignorant again.

With a shake of his head, Hewitt threw the magazine across the room. It made a satisfying thump when it hit the wall.

“So,” he muttered, “that’s the end of that.”

He had promised himself he would let this one go. He had told Overstreet the truth when he’d said he had killed twelve vampires. What he hadn’t told Overstreet was that the vampires had all been reasonably young in the life. He had never hunted a vampire as old as Ronan, never faced that kind of preternatural power.

Too restless to sit still, Hewitt left the hotel. Getting into his car, he drove through the town, inevitably drawn toward the house with the high fence. Ronan’s house.

Exiting the car, he stood in the shadows across the street, trying to summon the nerve to confront the creature in its lair. He had to do it. If he didn’t, if he tucked his tail between his legs and ran off like some whipped cur dog, he knew he would never find the nerve to hunt again.

He thought of an old Clint Eastwood movie he had seen years ago. Eastwood had played an outlaw. He remembered one scene in particular when two gunfighters had gone into a saloon to confront him. Eastwood had killed one of the gunmen. The other one had walked outside and then, after a moment, he had turned and gone back into the saloon. His explanation for returning had been because he had to. And he had died for it.

Hewitt stared at the house across the way and wondered if he had the kind of courage the gunfighter in the movie had possessed. And if he would meet the same fate.

Taking a deep breath, he ran his hand over the stake shoved into his belt.

And started across the street.

He paused when he reached the porch, some inner sense of self-preservation screaming that this was not the time or the place.

Feeling like a lily-livered coward, he went back to his car. Maybe he really should look for a new line of work. But to do so was unthinkable. He was a Hewitt. Whenever people asked him why he was a vampire hunter, his standard answer had always been, “because it’s what the men in my family do.”

With a shake of his head, he slid behind the wheel, then sat there, feeling like he was betraying his father and every male member of his entire family. But as the old saying went, it was better to be a live coward than a dead hero.

He tried to make himself believe it as he drove back to his hotel.

Ronan lifted his head, his nostrils flaring.

“What is it?” Shannah asked, sitting up.

Ronan swore softly. “That damn fool Hewitt is here.”

“Here?” she exclaimed, glancing around. “Where?”

“Outside. I’ve got to remember to keep that gate locked.”

“What do you think he wants?”

Ronan lifted one brow. “What do you think?”

She stared at him a moment. “Do you think he knows that I’m…” Her eyes widened. “He’ll be after me now, too, won’t he?”

“Perhaps.” He glanced past her, his head canted to one side. “But not tonight. He’s changed his mind. Now, let me see. Where were we?” he asked, drawing her back down on the sofa. “Oh, yes, I remember now. I was about to kiss you again.”

Shannah smiled up at him, all thought of Jim Hewitt forgotten as Ronan drew her into his arms once more, his hands caressing her back while his mouth explored hers. His tongue slid over her lower lip, then delved inside, dueling with her own, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine.

His hands moved over her, ever so softly, ever so deftly, never straying where they shouldn’t but arousing her just the same.

She pressed her body to his, feeling his arousal. Sometimes she wished he didn’t have such a high moral code because she wanted him more than she wanted anything else in the whole world. She slid her hands under his shirt, ran her fingertips over his back and shoulders, felt him tremble at her touch. It was a heady feeling. She wondered if she could tempt him to make love to her and quickly pushed the thought away. She could do it, she knew she could. After all, he wanted her as much as she wanted him. But it wouldn’t be right to tempt him so, because she knew he would feel guilty for it later. He was, after all, an honorable man.

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