like the twenty questions directed at him when he’d checked in just minutes before daybreak.
Thanks to his preternatural speed, he’d made it to and from Austin to pick up his truck in record time. Still, he’d cut it close. The fanfare when he’d pulled out his driver’s license—who knew Eldin watched bullrid-ing?—had delayed him even longer.
Cody had gotten stuck signing a dozen autographs just to get his room key.
“I’m taking a little breather before I get back on the road,” he’d told the man to explain his sudden appearance in town. “You know how it is.”
“Don’t you worry, Mr. Boyd. We get celebrities in here all the time and I know just what to do. Why, I had me a fancy reporter here not very long ago. Name was Viv Darland and she wrote for some hotshot tabloid out in Holly wood. I kept the jackals away from her, you can best be sure. And if things get to out of hand, I can always call in the big guns. Sheriff Keller’s new in town, but he’s good.”
After escorting Cody to the one and only room in the motel that had its own toilet and shower, he’d pulled out a lounge chair and a BB gun and parked himself out on the walkway in front of Cody’s door.
Meanwhile, Winona had gotten on the phone and called someone named Gladys who’d called someone name Cheryl who’d called someone named Myrtle and so on.
Hence the chair wedged under the door and the lamp perched precariously on top. If the chair budged, the lamp would shatter and Cody would be awake in an instant.
Tired, but awake.
That’s the way it was for vamps during the day. It wasn’t that they couldn’t open their eyes. The daylightdrained their strength and made them vulnerable. Which was why they opted to sleep during that time.
That, and the sunlight, of course. Talk about a bitch to the complexion.
All the more reason to burrow deeper under the covers, away from the shafts of light pushing past the blinds, close his eyes and forget everything. He needed to rest. To regenerate. Particularly after offering up some of his precious energy to Miranda.
She’d drank his blood and he’d drank the sweet energy of her climax, and the damage was done. They were linked now.
The truth vibrated through him along with a swirl of emotions—her emotions. She felt everything from disbelief to anxiety to desperation as she tried to justify what had happened and come up with a plausible story that didn’t shake the foundation of her beliefs.
A vampire?
Insane. Impossible.
She fought the truth just as he fought the damned connection to her.
He focused on the steady whirrrr of the air conditioner. The drip-drop of water from the bathroom sink. The groaning of the lounge chair as Eldin abandoned his post to go in search of a bag of Doritos and a strawberry Crush.
As the outside world slipped into his head, Cody managed to ignore the constant buzz of her emotions and stop thinking about her.
For a little while.
Until he closed his eyes and found himself rememberingthe past night. How warm she’d felt. How wet. How eager. She’d been that way from the very beginning with no influence from him. One glance and she’d wanted him.
He’d never encountered that before. True, he had dozens of buckle bunnies vying for his attention, but none of them really and truly wanted him. Cody Braddock. They were more interested in the infamous Cody Boyd. His fame. His money. That’s what gave them the courage to walk over to him. The lust didn’t hit until he stared deep into their eyes and mesmerized them with his vamp charm. Only then did they want to peel off their panties and climb into the saddle for a nice, long ride.
Not Miranda. She’d wanted him at first glance, before he’d worked any of his vamp mojo on her.
She still wanted him.
He knew the feeling.
The minute the thought struck, he sprawled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. His body throbbed and his cock bobbed, pushing against the crisp cotton sheet. A quick brush
Thanks to his preternatural speed, he’d made it to and from Austin to pick up his truck in record time. Still, he’d cut it close. The fanfare when he’d pulled out his driver’s license—who knew Eldin watched bullrid-ing?—had delayed him even longer.
Cody had gotten stuck signing a dozen autographs just to get his room key.
“I’m taking a little breather before I get back on the road,” he’d told the man to explain his sudden appearance in town. “You know how it is.”
“Don’t you worry, Mr. Boyd. We get celebrities in here all the time and I know just what to do. Why, I had me a fancy reporter here not very long ago. Name was Viv Darland and she wrote for some hotshot tabloid out in Holly wood. I kept the jackals away from her, you can best be sure. And if things get to out of hand, I can always call in the big guns. Sheriff Keller’s new in town, but he’s good.”
After escorting Cody to the one and only room in the motel that had its own toilet and shower, he’d pulled out a lounge chair and a BB gun and parked himself out on the walkway in front of Cody’s door.
Meanwhile, Winona had gotten on the phone and called someone named Gladys who’d called someone name Cheryl who’d called someone named Myrtle and so on.
Hence the chair wedged under the door and the lamp perched precariously on top. If the chair budged, the lamp would shatter and Cody would be awake in an instant.
Tired, but awake.
That’s the way it was for vamps during the day. It wasn’t that they couldn’t open their eyes. The daylightdrained their strength and made them vulnerable. Which was why they opted to sleep during that time.
That, and the sunlight, of course. Talk about a bitch to the complexion.
All the more reason to burrow deeper under the covers, away from the shafts of light pushing past the blinds, close his eyes and forget everything. He needed to rest. To regenerate. Particularly after offering up some of his precious energy to Miranda.
She’d drank his blood and he’d drank the sweet energy of her climax, and the damage was done. They were linked now.
The truth vibrated through him along with a swirl of emotions—her emotions. She felt everything from disbelief to anxiety to desperation as she tried to justify what had happened and come up with a plausible story that didn’t shake the foundation of her beliefs.
A vampire?
Insane. Impossible.
She fought the truth just as he fought the damned connection to her.
He focused on the steady whirrrr of the air conditioner. The drip-drop of water from the bathroom sink. The groaning of the lounge chair as Eldin abandoned his post to go in search of a bag of Doritos and a strawberry Crush.
As the outside world slipped into his head, Cody managed to ignore the constant buzz of her emotions and stop thinking about her.
For a little while.
Until he closed his eyes and found himself rememberingthe past night. How warm she’d felt. How wet. How eager. She’d been that way from the very beginning with no influence from him. One glance and she’d wanted him.
He’d never encountered that before. True, he had dozens of buckle bunnies vying for his attention, but none of them really and truly wanted him. Cody Braddock. They were more interested in the infamous Cody Boyd. His fame. His money. That’s what gave them the courage to walk over to him. The lust didn’t hit until he stared deep into their eyes and mesmerized them with his vamp charm. Only then did they want to peel off their panties and climb into the saddle for a nice, long ride.
Not Miranda. She’d wanted him at first glance, before he’d worked any of his vamp mojo on her.
She still wanted him.
He knew the feeling.
The minute the thought struck, he sprawled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. His body throbbed and his cock bobbed, pushing against the crisp cotton sheet. A quick brush
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