mercies. It was Mabel who five years ago had pointed out that vampires don't eat and insisted Elvi not even try because she didn't want to " hold her head when she vomited it back up ." At that moment, she was blaming Mabel for five years of missed cheesecake, ice cream, and chocolate.
"Cheesecake, ice cream, chocolate," she muttered, charging through the garage and to the side door.
"Is that your grocery list?" Victor asked, sounding amused as he followed her out onto the sidewalk that ran around the garage to the driveway.
"Part of it," Elvi acknowledged, scurrying around to the driveway, only to come to an abrupt halt. The car she supposed must be his was there, a big, silver BMW. But two more cars were presently pulling into the driveway. The Italian and the German were back and blocking in his car.
Victor took one look at Elvi's face and moved past her to the driver's door of the car behind his.
"Harper, don't turn off the engine," he said, pulling the driver's door open. "This is an emergency. We need to get this lady to A&P, but you're blocking my car and I don't think she can wait for you to move it. Will you drive us?"
"Of course." Harper smiled at Elvi through the window and redid the seat belt he'd just undone.
"Thanks." Slamming the door closed, Victor waved Elvi forward and moved to open the back door.
"I'm coming too," the Italian announced as he got out of his own car. She didn't care. They could all come if they wished… so long as they didn't slow her down. The very idea of something sweet and silky filling her mouth, coating her taste buds and sliding down her throat to her barren stomach, was threatening to make her drool like a baby.
"What kind of emergency is it?" the Italian asked, slipping into the back seat on the passenger's side even as Elvi climbed in through the opposite door.
"Cheesecake," she answered abruptly, squeezing up against the man to make room as Victor followed her into the back seat.
"Comfy?" Harper asked dryly, peering at them in the rearview mirror from where he sat alone in the front.
Elvi grimaced, but didn't complain or suggest anyone move to the front so Harper wasn't left alone like a chauffeur. She just wanted to get moving.
Harper shrugged and shifted the car into gear, started to reverse, then stopped abruptly as another car pulled in behind them, cutting them off.
"Edward," Victor muttered craning his neck to peer out the back window. He gestured to the man through the window and yelled, "Get out of the way!"
Rather than do as instructed, the man got out of his car.
"Where is everyone going?" he asked politely, eyes sharpening as he peered into the backseat and saw Elvi there.
"We have to get to the A&P," Harper told him. "Move your car so we can get out."
Edward hesitated, and then said. "Wouldn't it be easier just to take my car? It's got larger seats."
"Fine!" Elvi said with exasperation. It would probably be just as quick as waiting for him to get back in the car and back out anyway, she thought. Elvi would have crawled right over Victor to get out of the claustrophobic vehicle if he weren't already heaving a sigh and opening the door. She waited impatiently for him to get out, scrambled out behind him and hurried after him to the vehicle blocking Harper's.
It was a BMW like Victor's but black. It was also huge and definitely had more seating room. Elvi crawled in, meeting the Italian again as he too climbed into the backseat. Larger though it was, it was still cramped once Vincent climbed in and pulled the door closed. These men were big. She still felt a little like a sardine in a can.
Sensing that Alessandro was peering at her, she turned a questioning gaze his way.
"Déjà vu, eh?" he said with a grin, pulling his door closed.
Despite her impatience to get to the grocery store, Elvi found herself grinning in response.
"I am Alessandro Cipriano," he introduced himself, holding out his hand. Once she'd shook it, he gestured to the blond now
"Cheesecake, ice cream, chocolate," she muttered, charging through the garage and to the side door.
"Is that your grocery list?" Victor asked, sounding amused as he followed her out onto the sidewalk that ran around the garage to the driveway.
"Part of it," Elvi acknowledged, scurrying around to the driveway, only to come to an abrupt halt. The car she supposed must be his was there, a big, silver BMW. But two more cars were presently pulling into the driveway. The Italian and the German were back and blocking in his car.
Victor took one look at Elvi's face and moved past her to the driver's door of the car behind his.
"Harper, don't turn off the engine," he said, pulling the driver's door open. "This is an emergency. We need to get this lady to A&P, but you're blocking my car and I don't think she can wait for you to move it. Will you drive us?"
"Of course." Harper smiled at Elvi through the window and redid the seat belt he'd just undone.
"Thanks." Slamming the door closed, Victor waved Elvi forward and moved to open the back door.
"I'm coming too," the Italian announced as he got out of his own car. She didn't care. They could all come if they wished… so long as they didn't slow her down. The very idea of something sweet and silky filling her mouth, coating her taste buds and sliding down her throat to her barren stomach, was threatening to make her drool like a baby.
"What kind of emergency is it?" the Italian asked, slipping into the back seat on the passenger's side even as Elvi climbed in through the opposite door.
"Cheesecake," she answered abruptly, squeezing up against the man to make room as Victor followed her into the back seat.
"Comfy?" Harper asked dryly, peering at them in the rearview mirror from where he sat alone in the front.
Elvi grimaced, but didn't complain or suggest anyone move to the front so Harper wasn't left alone like a chauffeur. She just wanted to get moving.
Harper shrugged and shifted the car into gear, started to reverse, then stopped abruptly as another car pulled in behind them, cutting them off.
"Edward," Victor muttered craning his neck to peer out the back window. He gestured to the man through the window and yelled, "Get out of the way!"
Rather than do as instructed, the man got out of his car.
"Where is everyone going?" he asked politely, eyes sharpening as he peered into the backseat and saw Elvi there.
"We have to get to the A&P," Harper told him. "Move your car so we can get out."
Edward hesitated, and then said. "Wouldn't it be easier just to take my car? It's got larger seats."
"Fine!" Elvi said with exasperation. It would probably be just as quick as waiting for him to get back in the car and back out anyway, she thought. Elvi would have crawled right over Victor to get out of the claustrophobic vehicle if he weren't already heaving a sigh and opening the door. She waited impatiently for him to get out, scrambled out behind him and hurried after him to the vehicle blocking Harper's.
It was a BMW like Victor's but black. It was also huge and definitely had more seating room. Elvi crawled in, meeting the Italian again as he too climbed into the backseat. Larger though it was, it was still cramped once Vincent climbed in and pulled the door closed. These men were big. She still felt a little like a sardine in a can.
Sensing that Alessandro was peering at her, she turned a questioning gaze his way.
"Déjà vu, eh?" he said with a grin, pulling his door closed.
Despite her impatience to get to the grocery store, Elvi found herself grinning in response.
"I am Alessandro Cipriano," he introduced himself, holding out his hand. Once she'd shook it, he gestured to the blond now
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