Ah. The warrior blew out a shallow sigh. Hence the smoothing out of a few things, eh? Well, good luck with that.
Right, Reichen replied, knowing it was a conversation he had to have with Claire eventually, but dreading it all the same. Ill be in touch later about scheduling that pickup.
As he disconnected the call, the front door lock slid open. Claire came in, cautiously peering inside the house
to make sure he wouldnt be in the path of the light that spilled in around her.
Hi, she said, smiling as she closed the door and he stood to greet her. Youre naked.
And you should be, he said, struck by how rapidly his body responded to just the sight of her. How was the shopping?
Successful. She lifted two filled grocery bags in one hand and an armful of department store bags in the other. One of these bags is for you, she said, holding up the one bearing a mens clothing store logo. One is a set of sheets and pillows, and the rest is for me. I cant wait to put on something fresher than these stale old things from home.
Reichen walked toward her, his intentions blatantly clear. I think I should help you.
Her answering smile was quicksilver and playful. It killed him that he was going to have to take that away from her. Youll have to catch me first.
She dropped the groceries in the foyer and bolted for the stairs with the clothing bags rustling at her side. Reichen lunged after her, taking one step to every three of hers. He caught her halfway up to the second floor. Her startled shriek dissolved into laughter
then, before long, the breathless moans and sighs of a woman well pleasured and fully sated.
That evening, as Claire toweled off from a long, hot shower, her body was still humming from the hours of lovemaking shed spent with Andreas. She walked out of the en suite bathroom and found him lounging like a negligent king on the bed. One long, muscular leg was stretched out to the
end of the mattress, the other bent casually at the knee. He was propped up on the pillows, his right arm tucked behind his head. The
glyphs
on his torso, arms, and thighs were still alive with color, but slowly muting toward the golden hue of his skin.
And even at rest, his sex was impressive.
She couldnt get used to seeing him naked; it always stopped her dead in her tracks so she could pause to admire him. The slow curve of his lips said he knew precisely what the sight of him did to her, and his male egonot to mention other partswere proud to be noticed so regularly and appreciatively.
Claire broke the spell his naked body seemed to cast over her and walked to pick up the fresh clothes shed set out for herself. She slanted him a wry look as she pulled the tags off the pair of jeans and the pale gray sweater. Youre bad for me, you know that?
Undoubtedly, he replied, but while she was joking, he seemed grimly sober. He seemed preoccupied somehow, as though dark thoughts weighed him down. She was about to ask him what was wrong when he got up off the bed and walked toward her, bringing a clingy black wool skirt with him. Wear this tonight instead of the jeans. The tall boots with the heels, too.
She looked up at him, uncertain.
I want to take you out. You can show me around your old hometown.
A date? she asked, undeniably thrilled by the idea.
Part of her wondered about the fact that the whole day had passed without Andreas mentioning Wilhelm Roth or the business with the Order that still awaited him in Boston. Not that Claire wanted any of those things to intrude on their time together, but she wasnt naive enough
to think that a few hours of sexreally amazing sexwould make him forget the vengeance that was driving him.
As she looked at him, she knew a moment of worry that this was perhaps a pleasant lull before a storm. That she might wake up and find this brief escape with Andreas had just been a dream. She waited for this perfect slice of time to shatter and fall to pieces around her feet.
But Andreass smile now was just as charming as ever, even more so, when her body was still warm and buzzing in the afterglow of his lovemaking. Its been a long time since I asked you out on a proper date, Claire. Will you accept?
Yes. She nodded enthusiastically. Id love to.
Get dressed, he said. Ill shower and meet you downstairs.
Giddy as a schoolgirl with a new crush, she put on the skirt and sweater, then zipped into the sexy black boots and floated down to the living room to wait for him. When he came down a few minutes later, freshly showered, shaved, and dressed, his brown hair damp and tousled around his face, Claires heart did a little flip in her chest. He looked amazing in the charcoal gray trousers and black silk shirt she bought him. So amazing, all she wanted to do was strip him naked and have her wicked way with him all over again.
Ready? he asked.
She nodded and took his outstretched hand. It was a pleasant night outside, crisp but clear as they walked the short distance into Newports historic downtown. Much had changed since the last time Claire had been home some twenty years ago. Quaint boutiques, mom-and-pop stores, and greasy-spoon restaurants had been crowded
out by hotels and timeshares, retail clothing chains, and swanky fine dining.
But pockets of the old hometown still remained, even down by the wharfs, Claires favorite part of Newport. The town docks were a magical place, especially at night. Bobbing gently on the dark, incoming tide was an eclectic mix of millionaire yachts and sailboats tied alongside weathered commercial fishers and the ubiquitous harbor tour boats. Galleries, shops, and restaurants lined the bricked pedestrian alleys that led to the wharfs, everything aglow with soft yellow lights and vibrant with the sounds of laughter and conversation as crowds of late-autumn tourists strolled and perused, just as Claire and Andreas were doing.
Out there, among this vast, anonymous humanity and so very far away from the trauma and violence of the life shed left behind just a couple nights past, Claire could almost close her eyes and imagine a peaceful future. So much the better with her hand caught gently in Andreass strong grasp. With him beside her like this, she could almost pretend that they were still a couple, still in love as they had been before, with nothing but adventure and happiness ahead of them.
Claire tried not to think about Wilhelm Roth. She could no longer think of him as her mate, if hed ever truly filled that role. She knew he was dangerousall the more so now that he was aware shed lain with Andreas. Hed made his displeasure known last night, when he sent her a stab of physical pain through the blood connection she shared with him. His message couldnt have been more clear if hed carved it into her flesh. Mate or not, Wilhelm Roth was now her enemy as much as he was Andreass.
That troubling thought clung to her as she and Andreas
stepped into a gourmet chocolate shop adjacent to the wharf.
Come here, he said, leading her to the gleaming glass cases that contained a mouthwatering assortment of confections.
Claire looked at him quizzically, knowing the Breeds digestive systems could not process human foods except in the most minuscule quantities and generally only to effect the appearance of being human themselves. Which was a terrible pity, she thought, looking at the collection of chocolates that dazzled the eye and tempted the tastebuds.
Which one would you like to try first?
She bit her lip, hard-pressed to decide. The glossy one with the red stripes looks good. Ooh, so does the little square with the flecks of gold on it. And the one with the coconut on top.
While she was vascillating between her choices, a balding, middle-aged man came out of the back of the store carrying a supply of empty gift boxes. He gave them a polite smile and a nod of greeting as he set down his things behind the counter.
Another fine Indian summer evening, he said. Could I help you folks with something?
The lady would like to try some of your chocolates, Andreas said.
Of course. Which ones are you interested in, my dear?
Claire glanced up and met the kindly gaze of the shopkeeper. May I try the little chocolate square?
He nodded and reached into the case to retrieve one for her. An excellent choice. Its our signature piece.
Claire took a small bite and savored the sweet-tart taste of dark, high-percentage cocoa. It melted like butter on
her tongue. Oh, my God, she murmured around the bliss exploding in her mouth. Its wonderful.
The shopkeeper smiled at her, his eyes seeming to linger on her face for a long moment before he glanced to Andreas. For you, sir?
No, thank you. But please give her whatever she likes.
The man chuckled. A wise philosophy.
Claire pointed to the puffy chocolate painted with dark red stripes. Whats this one?
Dark chocolate with raspberry puree. Would you like one? There was that studying glance again. And as Claire looked at him now, she felt the tiniest flicker of recognition. Im sorry, he said, frowning. Have we met?
No, I dont think so.
He chuckled, scratching his grizzled chin. You just look like someone I knew a long time ago. The spitting image, in fact.
Is that right? Claire asked, her attention drifting down to the brass-plated name tag that bore the stores logo and the shopkeepers name: Robert Vincent. I dont believe I know you.
Its the darnedest thing. You look exactly like a classmate of mine from high school. Does the name Claire Samuels mean anything to you?
Beside her now, Andreas had gone stock still and deadly silent. Claire blinked, startled to hear her maiden name come out of the mans mouth. Of course she could have been classmates with him. Shed left the States to study abroad when she was twenty. If not for Wilhelm Roths blood and the unusual chemical makeup of her own body, she would show similar outward signs of middle age. Instead, she looked essentially the same as she had thirty years ago.
M-my mother, she stammered. You must be thinking of my mother.
Ah! His smile went even wider now. Your mother, of course. Good Lord, you could be her twin.
Claire smiled. I hear that from time to time.
We should be on our way, Andreas interjected, a dark tone in his voice.
How is your mother? the shopkeeper asked.
Good, Claire replied. Shes been living overseas for many years.
I used to have such a thing for her back in school. She was the prettiest girl in our classone of the kindest, too. And brother, did she know how to play the piano. Thats where I first met her, you see. I was the conductors assistant in our high school symphony.
Buddy Vincent, Claire blurted, remembering the endearing but awkward boy as she stared into the time-worn face of an aging, mortal man.
Shes mentioned me to you, then? He beamed.
Andreas cleared his throat impatiently, but Claire ignored it.
You were always very sweet, she told Buddy, recalling how hed often tried to make her feel welcome and special at a time when being different wasnt always the easiest thing. It meant a lot to her that you were her friend.
Well, he said, his thin chest puffing out a bit now. He walked over to pick up one of the small gift boxes and began filling it with several pieces of the two chocolates that had caught Claires eye. It was never a chore being nice to a beautiful young lady. When you speak to her next, please tell your mother I send my best.
I will, Claire said.
He came back and handed her the filled box. Enjoy these, with my compliments.
Are you sure?
Well pay for them, Andreas said at the same time. How much are they?
Buddy only shook his head. I wouldnt dream of taking your money. Please. Theyre a gift.
Claire reached out and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. Thank you, Buddy. It was a pleasure seeing you.
You take care now. You and your beautiful mother both.
Claire said a polite good-bye to her former classmate, and Andreas ushered her outside in an oddly brooding silence. More than that, he seemed downright irritated about something.
Are you
jealous?
He snorted. Please.
You are! Claire threw her head back and laughed. Oh, I dont believe this. You walk through a crowd and every head turns, female and male alike. I happen to catch the eye of a harmless old man
No man is harmless, Claire.
Buddy Vincent is easily fifty years old and as sweet as a kitten, she pointed out, still smiling and thoroughly amused.
Hes still male, Andreas all but growled. And he is still watching us.
Yeah? Claire grabbed the front of his shirt to get his attention. Then why dont you stop looking at him and kiss me instead.
With a dark gaze that promised more than kisses, Andreas did exactly what she asked.
CHAPTER
Seventeen