"You've decided he's okay now?" Lara gave her a wry look as she sat down.
LaToya shrugged. "I don't know what to think about him. He's suspicious as hell, but he does have some superpowers, and right now, I'm thinking it would be a good thing for you to have a superhero in your pocket."
Or in her pants. Lara squashed that errant thought. Her whole body just wanted to droop onto the floor. "I don't think there's any future for me and Jack."
LaToya stopped eating to look at her. "Why not?"
She sighed. "It's hard to explain."
"Oh shit. He's really an alien?"
A sorry excuse for a laugh escaped Lara. "I don't know what he is. He refuses to talk to me."
"A man who has trouble communicating." LaToya sipped some wine. "Now there's something completely different."
Lara made a face at her. "I can't get more involved with him when he won't talk to me."
"Does he treat you right?"
"Oh yeah." Lara drank some wine.
"Is he good in bed?"
She sputtered, and her eyes watered.
LaToya grinned. "I'll take that as a yes."
"We haven't... well, we sorta, but... okay, I would say yes." Lara's face flooded with heat.
LaToya snickered. "Then what's the problem?"
"There's more to life than good... great sex."
"Now I'm really worried about you."
"It's not funny, LaToya. My heart is breaking here. He says he loves me, but he won't trust me with the truth."
LaToya's brown eyes widened. "He says he loves you?"
Lara gulped down some wine. She hadn't meant for that to slip out.
"How do you feel about him?" LaToya asked.
She set the glass down. "Our food's getting cold." She rammed some cornbread into her mouth.
"You're in denial," LaToya announced.
Lara scowled at her, then swallowed down her food. "Right now, denial is my best friend. I'm not going to admit I'm in love with someone when the relationship is doomed."
"Didn't you just admit it?"
"And I'm not going to admit that I just agreed to an undercover assignment that could get me killed!"
LaToya sucked in a breath. "Take that back. Don't put those bad vibes on this. You'll make it through just fine. I know you will."
Lara took a deep breath. Her friend was right. She needed to keep a positive attitude. "It'll be all right. They'll be able to trace me." She wouldn't really be alone. She would survive this.
An hour later, LaToya left to go bowling with some friends from her precinct. Lara declined LaToya's invitation to join them, claiming she was too tired. Who was she kidding? She was hoping Jack would call.
She sat on the couch, flipping through channels on the television. She really ought to study the Apollo information on her computer, but she didn't want to think about it anymore. It would only make her more nervous, more worried that she was making a big mistake.
She wished she was back in Venice with Jack, floating down a canal without a worry in the world. But there was no such thing as a worry-free life. Even Jack had her confused and frustrated. If Casanova was his father, that would make Jack over two hundred years old. Was he aging super slowly, or was he stuck looking young and gorgeous for all time? Either way, it didn't look good for a lasting relationship.
She landed on a channel that showed a young woman in a white nightgown wandering around a dark, spooky house. She was carrying a lit candlestick, so apparently, the electricity was out. She gazed up a dark staircase that led to the attic, and thunder boomed. Creepy music swelled.
"Don't go up there," Lara told her.
She started up the stairs.
"Moron," Lara muttered and changed the channel.
A guy in a ski mask was chasing a girl who was running across the lawn. For some strange reason, she was in her underwear. The psycho killer waved a machete in the air. The girl looked back, then tripped and fell on her face.
"Get up, you idiot," Lara grumbled. "Run for your life."
The girl stayed on the ground and screamed. Great. This was encouraging. Lara changed the channel again. Was she being an idiot, too?
The phone rang, and her breath hitched. Please be Jack. No, don't be Jack. Dammit, she was an idiot.
After Jack woke up Tuesday night, he dashed upstairs to the fifth-floor office of the townhouse and chugged down some synthetic blood while he checked his messages. Lara hadn't called. Mario had sent him an e-mail to let him know that Father Giuseppe had found Lara's belt and delivered it to the palazzo that morning. The priest had also left a warning that he'd use the belt on Giacomo's hide if he didn't behave himself.
Jack sighed. The date had ended badly. Instead of drawing Lara closer, he'd managed to chase her away. He showered, dressed, then teleported to Venezia to fetch the belt. From there, he teleported to the grounds at Romatech. He looked around as he approached the side entrance. He swiped his ID card, then placed his hand on the sensor.
"Hey, bro," a voice spoke behind him.
He spun around to find Phineas. The young Vamp must have just teleported there. "Merda."
"Well, good evening to you, too," Phineas muttered. "We didn't see you at the townhouse."
"I had an errand to take care of. And I've just realized if a Malcontent timed it right, he could arrive like you did and take me by surprise." Jack motioned to the green light now blinking on the security pad. "You could have jumped me from behind and gained entrance."
Phineas frowned as he pushed open the door. "Howard would see it on the monitor and set off the alarm."
"True." Jack strode down the hall toward the MacKay security office. "Still, after Connor arrives, I'd like to have a meeting to discuss ways we can improve security here. We killed a dozen Malcontents last December at DVN. Sooner or later, Casimir is going to seek revenge."
"Yeah," Phineas agreed. "Those nasty vampires keep coming back." He glanced at the belt in Jack's hand. "Dude, you're not planning to wear that, are you? It's bad enough when some of the guys wear skirts, but a white belt-that's just not cool, man."
"It's not mine." Jack wound it up and stuffed it into a jacket pocket.
"Ooh, I see." Phineas's eyes lit up. "It's your lady's belt. I guess your date last night was a big success. So did you do a little bondage?"
"Excuse me?"
"You know, tie her up with the belt. Or maybe you used it for a little spanking."
Jack stiffened. "I would never spank Lara."
Phineas rolled his eyes. "Dude, you let the lady spank you. Believe me, the chicks really get into that."
"She probably thinks I deserve it," Jack muttered.
"Yeah." Phineas nodded. "That's what they always say to me. I'm an expert on these things, you know. But I figure you're the last person on earth who needs professional advice from the Love Doctor."
"Why is that?" Jack stopped in front of the security office.
Phineas snorted. "Dude, you're the son of Casanova. Seduction is your middle name. I saw you at the Gala Ball, sweet-talking all the ladies. You could have had any one you wanted. In fact, I bet you did have them all."
Jack groaned inwardly. Why did people always assume he had inherited some special talent from his father? All he'd inherited was a name that was such a curse, he'd stopped using it almost two hundred years ago. "I only danced with the ladies."
"Yeah, right. The horizontal mambo. I bet you were born with a condom on," Phineas continued. "A man like you could have any woman he wants."
But he only wanted Lara. "I don't want to lose her."
"What?"
"Nothing." Jack swiped his ID card in the keypad outside the security office.
Phineas leaned a shoulder against the wall. "Dude, what's wrong?"
"It's complicated."
"Love shouldn't be complicated, bro."
"It is when it's between a vampire and a mortal."
Phineas frowned. "Does she know you're a vampire?"
"No," Jack answered quickly. "I haven't told her anything. You and Connor can rest easy."
"Yeah, Connor's real touchy about keeping the big secret." Phineas rubbed his chin. "I gotta be honest with you, man. A little free advice from Dr. Phang."
"I'm not going to tie her up or spank her."