the strip. Someone else could be hurt in the crossfire. She needed time to think and plan.
Three hours of lurking in an alley, and Talia had reached her limit. She stalked into the hotel toward the door behind the reservation counter. Veronique stood there, a scowl souring her face.
“Have the vamps from Europe checked out?” Talia asked.
“They left hours ago.”
“Going where?”
“I don’t know.”
Talia took a step toward her. “They didn’t have you arrange transport?”
Veronique huffed. “They went to the airport.”
“And did you happen to hear where they were going?”
“I don’t make a point of listening in on private conversations.”
Talia glared at her.
“Fine! They were going to Cleveland , of all places.”
Veronique actually shuddered after saying the word. Talia gripped her hands behind her back to keep from slapping the French Barbie doll and turned on her heel. She dialed her phone while she hustled out the hotel doors.
“Hope you got your fill of crab legs, Misha. It’s time to fire up the jet.”
Chapter 11
Jean Luc glanced toward the back of the plane, where Talia sat alone. Her eyes were closed, and she wore earbuds hooked to her phone. Her music blared loud enough for him to hear it, even this far away.
When he had followed her, she had simply gone to The Cosmopolitan and stood outside for hours. If she wanted to shut him out for now, he would cooperate, but he would find out what was bothering her soon.
“Oh, boy.” Will mumbled. “She’s listening to rap. That’s not a good sign.”
“Why?” Jean Luc asked.
“T is normally pretty laid back. But when she does get upset, she listens to music. I can gauge how upset she is by the type of music. Slightly irritated, and she listens to alternative. Mad, and she gravitates to reggae. Majorly pissed, she listens to rap, and if that happens, I make myself scarce.”
Misha chuckled. “You know her well.”
Will shrugged. “She’s my partner. We have each other’s back.”
Jean Luc clenched his fists. “So you are close.”
Will stared at him for a moment before answering. “She’s not just my partner, she’s my friend.”
“Are you sleeping with her?” Misha blurted.
Mon Dieu! Jean Luc just barely stopped himself from groaning.
“Are you sleeping with Jean Luc?” Will countered.
Misha chuckled. “No. He is not my type. Too moody.”
Will smiled then looked straight at Jean Luc before answering. “I am not sleeping with her. We’re friends. Not that she isn’t drop-dead gorgeous, but nothing has ever happened or will happen between us.”
“And why is that?” Jean Luc asked before he could stop himself.
“Because she’s in love with someone else and is too stubborn to admit it. Get the picture?”
“ Oui. ”
“That reminds me of someone else I know,” Misha quipped.
Jean Luc narrowed his eyes at him.
Misha’s responding chuckle erupted into a belly laugh.
* * *
Jean Luc pulled the van out of long-term parking, tires screeching as he turned in the direction of the airport exit.
“Holy crap! Is driving like a maniac part of the vampire handbook?” Will asked.
“Most definitely,” Misha answered.
“T drives the same way.”
Jean Luc looked in the rearview mirror at Talia. He wanted her to chime in to the conversation and put both males in their places. Instead, she sat quietly looking out the window. “Misha, have we heard from Dolly?”
Misha checked his phone. “She emailed me. Renato’s contingent is staying at the Renaissance. Why do you think your friend Leo hasn’t contacted you yet?”
“Good question,” Talia interjected.
Jean Luc pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to Misha. “Maybe he did while we were on the plane.”
Misha nodded. “Yep there’s a text here.”
“What does it say?” Talia asked.
“Says he followed group to Cleveland. He’ll contact Jean Luc with more details.”
“So where to first?” Will asked.
“Now
Three hours of lurking in an alley, and Talia had reached her limit. She stalked into the hotel toward the door behind the reservation counter. Veronique stood there, a scowl souring her face.
“Have the vamps from Europe checked out?” Talia asked.
“They left hours ago.”
“Going where?”
“I don’t know.”
Talia took a step toward her. “They didn’t have you arrange transport?”
Veronique huffed. “They went to the airport.”
“And did you happen to hear where they were going?”
“I don’t make a point of listening in on private conversations.”
Talia glared at her.
“Fine! They were going to Cleveland , of all places.”
Veronique actually shuddered after saying the word. Talia gripped her hands behind her back to keep from slapping the French Barbie doll and turned on her heel. She dialed her phone while she hustled out the hotel doors.
“Hope you got your fill of crab legs, Misha. It’s time to fire up the jet.”
Chapter 11
Jean Luc glanced toward the back of the plane, where Talia sat alone. Her eyes were closed, and she wore earbuds hooked to her phone. Her music blared loud enough for him to hear it, even this far away.
When he had followed her, she had simply gone to The Cosmopolitan and stood outside for hours. If she wanted to shut him out for now, he would cooperate, but he would find out what was bothering her soon.
“Oh, boy.” Will mumbled. “She’s listening to rap. That’s not a good sign.”
“Why?” Jean Luc asked.
“T is normally pretty laid back. But when she does get upset, she listens to music. I can gauge how upset she is by the type of music. Slightly irritated, and she listens to alternative. Mad, and she gravitates to reggae. Majorly pissed, she listens to rap, and if that happens, I make myself scarce.”
Misha chuckled. “You know her well.”
Will shrugged. “She’s my partner. We have each other’s back.”
Jean Luc clenched his fists. “So you are close.”
Will stared at him for a moment before answering. “She’s not just my partner, she’s my friend.”
“Are you sleeping with her?” Misha blurted.
Mon Dieu! Jean Luc just barely stopped himself from groaning.
“Are you sleeping with Jean Luc?” Will countered.
Misha chuckled. “No. He is not my type. Too moody.”
Will smiled then looked straight at Jean Luc before answering. “I am not sleeping with her. We’re friends. Not that she isn’t drop-dead gorgeous, but nothing has ever happened or will happen between us.”
“And why is that?” Jean Luc asked before he could stop himself.
“Because she’s in love with someone else and is too stubborn to admit it. Get the picture?”
“ Oui. ”
“That reminds me of someone else I know,” Misha quipped.
Jean Luc narrowed his eyes at him.
Misha’s responding chuckle erupted into a belly laugh.
* * *
Jean Luc pulled the van out of long-term parking, tires screeching as he turned in the direction of the airport exit.
“Holy crap! Is driving like a maniac part of the vampire handbook?” Will asked.
“Most definitely,” Misha answered.
“T drives the same way.”
Jean Luc looked in the rearview mirror at Talia. He wanted her to chime in to the conversation and put both males in their places. Instead, she sat quietly looking out the window. “Misha, have we heard from Dolly?”
Misha checked his phone. “She emailed me. Renato’s contingent is staying at the Renaissance. Why do you think your friend Leo hasn’t contacted you yet?”
“Good question,” Talia interjected.
Jean Luc pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to Misha. “Maybe he did while we were on the plane.”
Misha nodded. “Yep there’s a text here.”
“What does it say?” Talia asked.
“Says he followed group to Cleveland. He’ll contact Jean Luc with more details.”
“So where to first?” Will asked.
“Now
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