Vampire, Interrupted by Lynsay Sands

Green Giant because of his green Mohawk,” she explained with a grin.
    “It is hard to believe they would hire someone who looked like that to work here,” Dante said, shaking his head with amazement as he peered around the quiet room where G.G. had settled them. Marguerite glanced around now too, taking in the soothing atmosphere of the room they were in. There was a Victorian fireplace along one wall, large comfy leather chairs and sofas arranged in groupings, as well as hardwood floors with various throw rugs strewn around.
    “From what Mirabeau said, there are other, less soothing rooms here,” she informed them as she turned back to face the others, and then added, “and he doesn’t work here, he owns it.”
    “What?” Julius asked with shock. “A mortal owning and running an immortal night club?”
    “That guy is mortal?” Tiny asked with surprise.
    Tommaso nodded. “The tattoos and piercings should have tipped you off. Our bodies will not accept either.
    “Oh right, I suppose the nanos would see them as foreign bodies or something and shed them.”
    “How did a mortal come to own an immortal nightclub?” Julius asked, still having trouble accepting it.
    “More importantly, why the heck is he guarding the door?” Tiny asked dryly, and then pointed out, “If he tries to turn away the wrong immortal, they might turn him into cream cheese or at least lunch.”
    “According to Mirabeau he has back-up if he needs it,” Marguerite told them, and then she explained what she knew. “Apparently his mother was mortal and he is from a mortal marriage, but when that dissolved she found she was a lifemate to an immortal. She wanted G.G. to be turned, but he refused, so his new stepfather financed this club for him in the hopes that if he was constantly surrounded by immortal women day in and day out, he would meet an immortal who would be his true lifemate and change his mind, thus making his wife happy.”
    “Hmm.” Julius sat back and then glanced at Christian. “Perhaps I should finance a club like this for you in Italy. Then you would find a lifemate and start giving me grandbabies.”
    “Why don’t you concentrate on getting your own lifemate first,” Christian suggested meaningfully.
    Marguerite frowned as more of the pantomime from the taxi followed. It was a wiggling of eyebrows and jerking of eyes in her direction that really looked quite unattractive. Leaning forward with concern, she asked, “Are you feeling quite well, Christian? You seem to be having spasms.”
    Dante and Tommaso burst out laughing, but Christian just sighed and stood up. “Father, I have to go to the bathroom.”
    Julius glanced at him with surprise, and thenpeered around, pointing when he saw a sign that said “gents.” “Oh, there it is there, son.”
    “Yes, I know. I saw the sign,” Christian said with exasperation. “I thought perhaps you might have to go too.”
    “No, I—Oh! Yes. I’ll just…” Julius stood and began to squeeze through the small space left between her chair and his. When he saw Marguerite peering at him with raised eyebrows, he muttered, “I have to…” He waved vaguely and then hurried off with Christian without finishing saying what he had to do.
    Marguerite watched the men go, noting that Christian appeared to be lecturing Julius as they went, then turned back to see that Dante and Tommaso were trying desperately not to laugh, Marcus was shaking his head with apparent despair, and Tiny was looking thoughtful.
    Leaning closer to Tiny who sat beside her on the opposite side from the chair Julius had occupied, she asked quietly, “Do you have any idea what is going on?”
    Tiny hesitated, and then murmured, “If they were mortals, I would say that Christian is trying to get you and his father together. But since they are immortals…” He glanced in the direction the two men had gone, then back to her to ask, “Have you tried to read Julius?”
    Marguerite stilled in her seat,