Real Vampires Know Hips Happen (29 page)

“Lily!” I thawed her out.

“You are kidding me.” She threw the bank bag in my face. “You have to ruin everything, don’t you, Glory?”

“Excuse me?” I stuck the bag in my purse, though it hung out over the top. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I needed money.” She picked up her ski mask and shoved it into her waistband. “So I figured out a way to get it.” She smiled. “Mortals are so easy.”

“I can’t believe you. Where’s your conscience? Are you the one holding up all the ATMs around town?” I grabbed her arm and shook her, so mad I didn’t realize just how hard I was holding her until she hit me.

“Ouch! Let me go! This is all your fault anyway. First you piss Dad off so he leaves for Scotland. Then Mother explained why Dad lost his memory. That left me high and dry. I had no cash. How was I supposed to live? Answer me that.” She
wrenched away from me. I noticed she didn’t answer me about the ATM robberies. Which was an answer in itself.

“You had Jerry’s house to live in, his car to drive. I’m sure Jerry left you well stocked with synthetic.” She made a face and I had a feeling she shared her father’s love of a fresh donor. “And there’s always a mortal to sip from if you’re careful. Quit being so dramatic.”

“Oh, why would you understand? It wouldn’t bother you that I even had to sell my clothes. Do you know how humiliating that was for me?” She snarled. “Of course not. You’re just a shopgirl. Probably wearing someone else’s castoffs right now.”

“There’s nothing wrong with recycling vintage clothing.” I bit back an explanation that my dress was new. Shopgirl. Nice to know that what I’d thought was a blossoming friendship had been nothing but condescension on her part. She’d sounded like her bitch of a mother just then. God knows Mara and I had never been friends, never would be. “Why didn’t you ask your mother for money?” I crossed my arms. Point for Glory.

“She’s too busy impressing her new fiancé. Doesn’t want him to think she comes with baggage like a daughter to support.” Lily shoved her hands in her pockets. Skinny jeans, probably a size zero. She had her mother’s great body. I wondered why she didn’t have a boyfriend paying the freight at the moment but I definitely wasn’t about to bring up what might be a sore subject.

“It was smart to go to my shop. Lacy said you brought in some great things. You’ll have plenty of money when you stop in tomorrow night. I’ll make sure she has a check ready for you.”

“Yeah, sure.
Now
you pay me. But it’s a little too late.” Tears filled her dark eyes, so much like Jerry’s. “Shit, Glory. I couldn’t even buy my own drink at N-V.”

Rafe’s club. Of course Lily, slim and gorgeous, probably never had to buy her own drinks anyway. Not the time to mention that. She was well into her pitiful act.

“Look. I’m sorry about that. I’ll take responsibility for my payout policy.” I sighed. “Which is about to change. But forget that. Stealing, Lily. Your father will stroke out when he hears about this.”

“Will he? Seems like he’s too busy worrying about his lost mind right now to give me a second thought.” Lily stared into the darkness, her shoulders slumped.

I wanted to shake her again. Where was her sympathy? Selfish twit. But what did I expect? She was clearly the center of her own universe.

“Good news. Your father got his memory back last night. He was going to call you. Maybe you have a message right now. I’m sure you turned off your cell when you got ready for your big heist, didn’t you?” I tapped my foot, waiting for her reaction.

“Yeah.” She threw back her dark hair and pulled a cell out of her back pocket. She looked so much like her father it was a miracle Mara had been able to fool her first husband into believing Lily was his instead of Jerry’s. “Okay, there’s a call here. I’ll listen to the message later.” She lifted her stubborn chin. “Go, make your deposit. Maybe Dad found his checkbook. Is he at your place?”

“Last I knew.” I waited to see if she would beg me not to tell him about her life of crime. She didn’t bother, just shifted and flew off into the night sky. What a character. Mara had had four hundred years to screw up her daughter, Jerry only a year to try to give her a moral compass. Did I want to tell him about the robberies? Not now.

One more thing to keep from him. He was going to have to get used to my thoughts being permanently blocked from him. Which would make him suspicious. So far he hadn’t mentioned it, but sooner or later, he’d ask why I wouldn’t let him peek into my brain. We were lovers, we shouldn’t have secrets. Damn.

I pulled out the bank bag and walked back to the night deposit slot. Dropping it in was a huge relief. What next? It seemed nothing was simple anymore.

“Glory? Are you all right? Billy said he saw you walk past the club with a bank bag. There have been robberies lately.” Rafe walked up behind me.

A police car pulled up. “Everything okay, ma’am?” The policeman opened his door, ready to come to my aid if Rafe happened to be the ATM robber. Lucky for the cop he was a few minutes too late. Lily would have made sure he wouldn’t have remembered seeing her, or she’d have had him for dinner, or both.

“Yes, Officer, I’m fine. This is a friend of mine. I already made my deposit.” I smiled and held out my empty hands, my purse strap safely on my shoulder.

“Just checking. We’re trying to stop the rash of robberies around here.” He closed his car door.

“Hey, I appreciate it.” Rafe walked over to the police car. He handed something to the cop. “On your night off, stop by my club, N-V, right down the street. That’s a coupon for a free drink.”

“Thanks. My wife’s been after me to take her there. You get some great bands on the weekends.” The cop listened to his radio, which had come to life, a disturbance near the UT campus. “Maybe some Saturday I’ll actually be off and can do that.”

“Take a couple more coupons. Make a party out of it.” Rafe tapped the top of the car when it sped off, then strolled back to me.

“Good PR for the club. So why did you follow me? Surely you weren’t really worried about me. I can handle a thief.” And had. I began walking back down the street toward N-V and my shop.

“You know why. What’s up with you and Blade? Is he still out of it?” Rafe took my elbow and brought me to a stop. “Talk to me. I’d rather do it here than in a noisy club where I usually have a fire to put out.”

Fire. That reminded me of Jerry’s ordeal the night before. I wanted to check on him, make sure he was suffering no aftereffects. But first things first.

“No, he had a setback and we went out to see Ian. Believe it or not.”

“Blade asking a MacDonald for help? He must have been desperate.” Rafe knew all about the feud and Jerry’s distrust of Ian and anything MacDonald.

“He was. But Ian came through. He called a sorcerer and, hocus-pocus, Jerry got his memory back.” I went on to explain what had happened. Rafe whistled.

“Man, that had to have been rough on you. To see Blade like that.”

Tears filled my eyes. Rafe always, always thought of me first. “Yes, it was. I love him, Rafe. I’m sorry if it hurts you to hear me say that, but I’ve made my choice. Jerry and I are together now. I’m not going to do anything else to pull us apart.”

“It’s tough to fight hundreds of years of history. I get that.” He slid his arms around me. “But do you remember why you had such a hard time sticking with him before? I do. He’s domineering, controlling, and you’re a modern woman, Glory. He’s still an ancient male even without a memory problem. With secrets.”

“Last night you said something about that. About his name change. What did you mean?” I fought the urge to lean into him for a moment. No. I pushed back. It wasn’t fair to Rafe to keep giving myself comforting touches when I was never going to let them lead to more.

“Ask him. Now that he remembers everything, make him tell you why he had to change his name a few years back, when he came to Texas. Ever wonder why he was so happy to pull up stakes and follow you here? It wasn’t just for love, Glory.” Rafe smiled, like maybe he had a few cards up his sleeve yet to play.

“Don’t try to break us up, Rafe. That won’t guarantee I’ll end up with you.” I stepped back out of reach. “I’d like to be able to go to your club, have a drink with friends and be
your
friend. But if you’re always going to have this agenda…”

“No, relax. I’m here to catch you if you fall, nothing more.” He held out his hands as if to show me they were empty. “Come on, I’ll buy you a drink. Call Blade and invite him over. I’m not threatened by him, no matter how loud he blusters or how many knives he throws.” He grinned, his teeth very white under the streetlight.

“You won’t goad him?” I wasn’t sure I trusted Rafe. He had that wicked twinkle in his eyes that I loved, but that also promised mischief.

“If he behaves, I behave. Swear to God.” He held his hand over his heart. “Now come on. Hey, how are Flo and Richard?” He kept up a steady conversation as we walked on to his club, past the line and into the noise. The music was loud and the place was packed. Rafe signaled the bartender and I soon had a glass of premium synthetic blood in my hand, the kind with alcohol. The mortals surrounding me probably thought I was drinking a tomato juice cocktail. Rafe grabbed my hand and pulled me toward a table marked reserved on the balcony overlooking the dance floor. It was a little quieter up there and he settled me into a chair.

“I keep a table handy.” He leaned close and whispered. “For my vampire buddies when they come by.” He stood and looked around the busy club then frowned. “Call your man. I’ve got to go down and fix a problem with the band. Told you.” He took off down the stairs.

So I did call Jerry. He was happy to take a break though he had Lily with him. I invited her along. When Jerry seemed reluctant to spend an evening in a club Rafe owned, I assured him that I’d had a talk with my friend and we’d come to an agreement that Jerry would be happy with. Okay, they were on their way. That left me feeling like I needed reinforcements because I was pretty sure Lily wasn’t on Team Glory. Flo answered on the first ring.

“
Amica!
I have been dying here. How is Jeremiah?”

“Cured, Flo. He remembers everything now.” That reality struck me hard suddenly and I had to blink back tears. “Come see me and I’ll tell you how it happened. He’ll be
here soon too.” I sipped my drink. The DJ was playing a popular hit and everyone was dancing. I should be celebrating. I had my old Jerry back.

“Where are you? I hear music.”

“At N-V. Can you come?” I smiled and shook my head at a man who stopped by my chair with a question in his eyes. Too bad. I did like to dance. But no way was I going to be on the dance floor with another man when Jerry arrived.

“We’re on our way. I am so happy!” Flo hung up.

Jerry and Lily would be here soon too. Would she be wearing her all black outfit? I’m sure she’d ditched the ski mask before she’d arrived on my doorstep to see her father. I was on my second drink when I saw them coming up the stairs. Lily had obviously stopped at the shop and rescued one of her consigned pieces. It was a red satin corset that barely held her generous breasts and looked good with those skinny black jeans and high heels. Hmm. Hadn’t she been wearing running shoes earlier?

I narrowed my gaze. Those were
my
new shoes my mother had given me, an expensive designer label. Lily and I obviously wore the same size. I’d damn sure get them back and they’d better not be damaged. Not right away obviously. Lily was getting major interest from the men in the room.

Of course Jerry looked more like her date than her dad. But when he kissed me on the lips and settled down next to me, a pair of twentysomething men swooped in to ask Lily to dance. Her eyes lit up and she took both of them down the stairs with her before I could say something about those shoes.

“It’s good that she’s dancing. She was pretty upset when she got to your place. Chewed me out good for leaving her without so much as a credit card.” Jerry waved at a waitress and put in a drink order. “What brought this on?” He nodded toward the crowded dance floor.

“I needed to talk to Rafe. To make sure he knew you and I were together and that I wasn’t putting up with his shit. Like that scene last night.” I tapped my fingers to the beat
of the music. “You know this is the only club in town that caters to us.” Meaning vampires. I didn’t think the mortals nearby could hear us over the band but we didn’t use the “V” word in public. “I wanted to be sure we could still come here without a showdown between you two.”

Jerry grinned. “And did you set him straight?” He leaned back in his chair, obviously happy with that idea.

“Yes. I told him he was my good friend but would never be anything more.” I rubbed Jerry’s hard thigh. “How are you feeling? Any residual problems from last night?”

“Other than accidentally setting fire to your Israel Caine collection?” He laughed when I gasped. “Kidding. I know better than to touch that, just like you may hate my smoking cigars but you would never toss out my stash of Cubans.”

“Exactly.” I kissed his smile. It was so good to see him back to his old self.

“I’m afraid there is a bit of fallout from our trip to MacDonald’s.” He covered my hand with his. “He’s called in his favor.”

“Already?” I felt that last drink do a slow churn in my stomach. “What does he want you to do?”

“I have no idea but I’m to bring you with me. I told him hell no but he was adamant. Seems he needs your Olympus connection to solve this issue he’s dealing with. Of course he had to be mysterious on the phone. Typical MacDonald tactic.” Jerry squeezed my hand. “Sorry, Gloriana, but we’re going to have to go out there and see him again. If you’re willing, of course.” He picked up the drink the waitress set down in front of him and signaled that she should go ahead and bring us both another round.

“Of course, whatever you need. But my Olympus connection. Crap, Jerry, I really don’t want to have to get involved with my mother again.” I drained my own drink.

“Darling, how can you say that? We have such fun when we work together.” Her perfume sent waves of fragrance across the table and reminded me of an overblown bouquet.
Too intense, cloying. I couldn’t breathe so I didn’t bother. Had she just appeared or walked up the stairs? We weren’t getting stares so I guess it didn’t matter.