"His idea of a joke," she muttered as she wrenched the phone open. "Hello? Carlos! How could you do this to my phone?"
Ian tried to listen, but the wail of a nearby police siren made it impossible to hear Carlos's words.
"I don't know where you got that idea." Toni winced as she glanced at Ian. "Our association is purely business."
They were close to Horny Devils, so Ian began looking for a place to park.
"Okay," she continued in a whisper. "I'll talk to you later. Bye." She slipped the phone back into her handbag.
"Something wrong?" Ian asked casually.
"No, everything's fine."
Then why was her heart still racing? "Carlos seemed a bit…different to me."
She shrugged. "He's gay."
Ian recalled the pained expression on Carlos's face when he'd exited Toni's bedroom. "Did he tell you he's gay?"
"Well, no. We assumed he is, 'cause he acts like it."
"Who is we?"
A guarded look came over Toni's face. "Sabrina and I. She's my roommate. She's visiting relatives at the moment."
There was something wrong; Ian could feel it. Something other than the forbidden kiss they'd just shared. And he was more convinced than ever that Carlos was more than he appeared.
He spotted a parking space and pulled over to the curb. "Toni, before we go in, I have to know—why do ye have an apartment?"
She unbuckled her seat belt. "It beats living on the street."
"Ye said ye were guarding Vamps because ye wanted free room and board, but that doesna make sense when ye already have an apartment."
"Yes, I'm paying rent, but the lease is almost up. Believe me, having a well-paying job with all expenses paid is the best thing for me right now. It gives me a chance to pay back my student loans."
"What about yer roommate?"
"She's…not broke like me. She gets a nice allowance every year, and as soon as she graduates, we have a plan for going into business together."
"So ye see this job as temporary?"
"Yes. A year at the most." She gave him a worried look. "That's not a problem, is it?"
"Dinna Connor explain what happens when a mortal guard leaves MacKay Security and Investigation?"
"He said he would erase my memory about vampires."
"He'll erase yer memory of everything. Ye'll lose the year like it never happened."
Her eyes grew wide. "That's…too much." She pressed a hand to her chest.
Ian knew he should urge her to quit now. Then she would lose only a few days. But the thought of never seeing her again was painful. "Ye…ye should quit and go back to yer normal life."
Her eyes glittered with unshed tears. "My life's not very normal." She blinked and squared her shoulders. "So, are we going in this club or not?"
"We'll go." Relief swept through him. He didn't have to lose her just yet. But relief quickly morphed into apprehension. Something was seriously wrong. A mortal didn't throw away a year so easily. She was up to something. And he would damned well figure it out.
She could lose a year of her life? Toni was numb with shock as she walked alongside Ian. She aimed a quick glance in his direction. Good grief, she'd kissed the man! She'd kissed a vampire. And lived to tell about it.
He hadn't even tasted bloody. Oh, bloody hell. She could lose a year of her life? This was too much to take in all at once. How could she have kissed him? She shoved that thought aside and concentrated on the other thing driving her crazy—losing a whole, freaking year of her life!
Damn that Connor. He'd glossed over that part. He must have figured she'd keep the job forever. But she and Sabrina had plans. Big plans, dammit.
And she'd kissed Ian. A sudden thought made her wince. Had Carlos seen it through his little spy camera? No wonder he'd called afterward. He'd probably wanted to make sure she was all right. After all, she'd just locked lips with a vampire. And what lips. The man sure knew how to kiss. Of course, he'd had several centuries to perfect his technique.
He'd been so sweet and apologetic afterward. Why couldn't he be mortal? She could fall for him in a second if he were mortal. She glanced at him again. Could she fall for him as a vampire?
He led her into a dark alley. "The entrance is hidden, so mortals willna try to enter."
She spotted a red door in the dim light, with a huge man standing guard. He nodded at Ian, then opened the door.
"Wait a minute." The bouncer raised a beefy hand. His beady eyes focused on Toni, and his nostrils flared. "She can't come in here. She's—"
"She's with me, Hugo." Ian looped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her inside the club.
Loud music assaulted her ears, and flashing lights temporarily blinded her. So this was a vampire nightclub. It looked a lot like a mortal one. She rotated so the camera on her vest could send the images back to Carlos's apartment. He was recording it all there.
She spotted a group of scantily clad ladies pressed close to the stage where a hunky guy gyrated, his sparkly red thong glittering under the lights. Well, Carlos would enjoy seeing that. Other than the male dancer, most everyone else was female. Even the bartender and DJ were women.
She noted a few Vamps sitting at the tables and drinking something red from glasses. Blood, no doubt, but would a picture of them constitute proof of the existence of vampires? It might look like a picture of regular people drinking red wine.
"Can I get ye something to drink?" Ian smiled when she made a face. "They have a few nonbloody drinks."
"A Diet Coke then. I have a final tomorrow." And she was on a mission now, so she needed her wits about her. "I can't stay very long. I should be home by ten."
"I can teleport ye home whenever ye like." He led her toward the tables.
A female suddenly materialized next to the bar with a cell phone by her ear. She hung up, then dashed to the stage.
"What was that?" Toni turned to follow her movements, but she wasn't sure if her camera had caught everything.
"Vamps call if they're teleporting in for the first time," Ian explained. "They use the phone as a sensory beacon to make sure they come to the right place."
"Oh." She wondered if she'd reacted fast enough to catch the Vamp in the act. "Is there a ladies' room?"
"Aye, over there." He touched her shoulder. "Be careful."
"I thought all these Vamps were bottle drinkers."
"They are, but after a few Blisskys and Bleers, they could be drunk and not behave themselves."
"Oh, great." As she strode toward the restrooms, she became aware of the sly looks being cast her way, and the slight flaring of nostrils as each Vamp caught her scent. She felt like a walking appetizer.
She entered the ladies' room and found a beautiful blonde, primping in front of the mirror. No, it wasn't a mirror, but a giant flat-screen TV. Two cameras on the wall were aimed at the row of sinks. Of course. Digital technology was the only way the Vamps could see themselves.
The blonde turned toward her and wrinkled her turned-up nose. "Good heavens, how did you get in here?" she asked with a snooty British accent.
"It was amazing. I pushed on the door, and it opened."
"I wasn't referring to this powder room, you silly gel," the blonde Vamp continued. "I'm one of the owners of this establishment, and we do not welcome your kind."
"Oh, pardon me, Your Highness." Toni refrained from doing a curtsy. "I thought this was a free country."
"What's going on?" A redhead exited a stall. "Hey, Pamela." She looked at Toni and sniffed. "How did she get in here?"
"That's what I'd like to know," Pamela huffed. "I've told Hugo a million times not to let any mortals inside."
"I came with Ian MacPhie." Toni glared at the arrogant Vamps. "I'm his guard, which means I can kick ass."
Pamela laughed. "Ian would never allow a female to guard him. In fact, he would never need a guard at all."