The Rogue Hunter by Lynsay Sands

and turned to her sisters to say, "We could throw the milk and cheeses and tenderloin in their fridge and then cook up the sausages, hamburgers, hot dogs, and such tonight."
    "We have the three steaks too," Jo suggested. "We could cook those up and split them in halves or something so everyone gets a bit."
    "I'll double the amount of potato salad I was making," Sam decided.
    In their excitement the trio had started walking back toward their own cottage as they planned. They were nearly to the trees when Sam apparently realized how rude they were being and paused to glance back. "Sorry. We'll be right back. We just have to get stuff."
    The other two women nodded in agreement, and then the trio rushed off through the trees.
    "A power outage party," Bricker said with a grin. "Potato salad, hamburgers, sausages, and steak. It could be fun."
    "And their food right alongside our bags of blood in the refrigerator," Mortimer said dryly, mildly satisfied by the way the reminder wiped the smile off the younger immortal's face.
    Decker, however, didn't look upset at all. "I have two refrigerators here. One is upstairs and one down. Both are set to two degrees right now like ABB recommends for bagged blood, but we can bring up the temperature on the one upstairs and let them store their food there."
    "See," Bricker chided Mortimer. "It's fine. We have the two refrigerators. We can help the girls out."
    Grinding his teeth, Mortimer nodded. "There are two spare rooms upstairs, one with bunk beds. Shall we offer them those as well so they don't have to sleep in a cottage without power?"
    Bricker merely grinned. "You've obviously spent too much time with Lucian. His grumpiness is wearing off on you. Come on, Mortimer," he chided. "This could be fun."
    Mortimer narrowed his eyes on the man and then turned away to head back into the cottage with an irritated "hrrumph."

Chapter Four
    "Hurry up, Mortimer. It's nearly seven and we still have to feed."
    Mortimer finished tugging his T-shirt into place, and then reached for the door handle, jerking the bathroom door open just as Bricker would have knocked again.
    "Oh. You're ready," the younger immortal said, letting his hand drop back to his side.
    "Yes," he said dryly. "And stop chivvying me. You are the one who spent more than an hour in here. I haven't been in the bathroom ten minutes."
    "I like to soak in the tub," Bricker said with an unapologetic shrug. "Come on, we can feed while Decker takes his turn at the shower."
    Mortimer just grunted with irritation. It seemed the shower upstairs had a leak or something, so they'd had to take turns with the lower washroom.
    Muttering under his breath, Mortimer followed the younger man out into the rec room and to the refrigerator where the blood was stored. His eyes slid over the sky outside as he went, noting that while it was still light out, the sun at least was no longer in view. It would be safe enough for them to go out, but he still thought he might have an extra bag of blood just the same.
    Mortimer accepted the bag Bricker handed him, waited for his fangs to descend, and then slapped the cold bag to them even as the younger immortal did the same with his own. The need to feed prevented speaking, and that was fine with him. He didn't wish for another lengthy discussion about how life mates were rare and to be cherished and he shouldn't be so resistant about accepting Samantha Willan as his. Both Decker and Bricker had had a go at him one after the other after the women left. He was heartily sick of the topic, mostly because he was torn on the subject himself. Mortimer was very aware of how rare not being able to read a mortal was.
    "Here." Bricker handed Mortimer a second bag as he removed the now-empty first.
    They stood in continued silence through three bags each, debated, and then had a fourth before deciding it was enough to counter any ill effects the remaining light of day might cause.
    "I'll just go check on Decker and see if he's