By way of baiting the hook, I leaned back in my chair and stretched out my long legs, black silk stockings wispering.By way of baiting the hook, I leaned back in my chair and stretched out my long legs, black silk stockings wispering. That made the hem of my clinging red dress creep another inch upward, which in turn made hubby's eyes slowly glaze. I was thinking about reeling in my fish when Beau said, "Shye-eee-it." I jerked around. When he starts pronouncing "shit" as a three-syllable word, it's a sure sign he's disturbed about something. His southern accent only comes out under stress. "What?" I demanded. "It's Jim Decker. How in the hell did that bastard track me here?" His blue eyes, narrowed to irritated slits, were directed toward a man leaning against the long brass-and-mahogany bar. Interested, I swiveled to study the object of Beau's wrath. Decker was a big guy, 6'4" at least. The height alone made him look formidable, but adding to the menace was the sheer muscle you could see bulking under his leather jacket and tight blue jeans. It's hard for a man that tall to build up so big, and I knew he must have spent a lot of time at the gym to do it. "Damn. Who unlocked the booby hatch and let him out?" Beau growled. "You'd think they'd fit a vampire hunter for nice a straight jacket. It's a damn shame I couldn't have shown up for day court to press that attempted murder charge..." I turned to eye him with astonishment. "Attempted murder? He tried to kill YOU? Anyway, what's the problem? Big as he is, you're at least twenty times stronger." "Sure. At night. Thing is, Decker doesn't come around at night. He waits until daylight and sneaks up on you. I woke up one day a year ago just in time to see ol' Deck coming at me with a hammer and stake. It was all I could do to get out of there without getting two feet of wood shoved somewhere painful. If the hotel manager hadn't seen us going at it and called the cops. |