choice. She didn’t care if a court or pack punished them. She simply wanted her safe. Moreover, all the contents returned.
“All right. As my lawyer, I will trust you.”
“Do you want to call, or shall I?”
“You call.”
Greg withdrew his phone from his pocket and tapped the screen. “You might want to change into some clothes. They’ll probably send someone out to investigate and take your statement.”
Alexi’s body ached and she craved nourishment, not a sit down with police. Since she didn’t have much of a choice, she agreed with a nod.
Corey moved away from the crime scene and stopped at her side. “He’s a real good lawyer, and he knows how to talk to people.” He kept his voice low while Greg spoke on the phone. “He’s very good at demanding action. Don’t worry, he’ll locate the movers who stole your safe and get it returned to you.”
Corey’s confidence reassured her she’d made the right decision to accept Greg’s help, but trepidation still slipped into her head. Would the cops help her once they knew she was a vampire?
“I’m going back to my house. If you or Greg need anything, call me.”
“Thank you for driving my car back.”
“Sure. Glad to help a neighbor.” He lifted his hand to Greg. Still holding the phone to his ear and talking, Greg waved back. Alexi followed Corey out of the room. When he stopped abruptly, she almost bumped into him.
“I can tape a board over that hole in your patio door, if you want.”
“That would be nice. I doubt anyone will come out this late to fix it.”
“Tomorrow, I can call–”
“Don’t worry about it,” she said, wanting to avoid another debt to a man. “I’ll contact someone in the morning to fix it.”
His eyes twitched as he looked at her curiously. “Okay. I’ll cover it for you.”
Alexi waited until he disappeared from the top of the stairs, then she strolled down the hall while Greg carried on with his conversation with the police. He spoke louder than normal and repeated his words. Perhaps the person on the other end of the line couldn’t hear him. As she threaded her fingers into her hair she prayed she’d made the right choice in reporting the theft to the police.
In her bedroom, she slipped Greg’s shirt off her shoulders and tossed it on the bed. She walked into the closet pondering what clothes to wear. From the drawers, she took a pair of jeans and a black sweater. She groaned softly while she dressed as her entire body ached from every little movement. Once dressed, she’d hoped she would feel warmer, but she didn’t. Her lower than normal temperature along with the recent stress of moving and theft of her safe, oh, and the tumble down the stairs all contributed to her dehydration. Her body had consumed a large amount of blood in an effort to heal her. She desperately needed more. If she waited too long, she might have to snack on Greg.
No . She walked from the closet with renewed determination not to take blood from Greg. She would resist his strong and healthy body. She would ignore his warmth and scent of rich blood, though she craved both. No more debts.
As she passed in front of the bed, heading for her dresser, Greg stepped into the room.
“They should be here in about fifteen minutes,” he said.
“Your shirt is on the bed. I think it might have a few spots of blood on it. I’ll buy you a new one soon.”
Holding her hair in a ponytail, she stopped at her dresser and searched through the makeup, jewelry, lotion bottles and other bathroom items for a band to hold her hair back. A gasp accidently escaped her when she noticed her vibrator.
“Shit!”
“What’s wrong?” Greg came to stand beside her and the mechanical device. He’d donned the shirt she’d worn and was buttoning it.
She looked up at him and felt a rush of heat to her cheeks. “Nothing. Nothing at all. Why don’t you wait upstairs? I’ll be there in a minute.” Her words were short and fast. God, she hoped he
“All right. As my lawyer, I will trust you.”
“Do you want to call, or shall I?”
“You call.”
Greg withdrew his phone from his pocket and tapped the screen. “You might want to change into some clothes. They’ll probably send someone out to investigate and take your statement.”
Alexi’s body ached and she craved nourishment, not a sit down with police. Since she didn’t have much of a choice, she agreed with a nod.
Corey moved away from the crime scene and stopped at her side. “He’s a real good lawyer, and he knows how to talk to people.” He kept his voice low while Greg spoke on the phone. “He’s very good at demanding action. Don’t worry, he’ll locate the movers who stole your safe and get it returned to you.”
Corey’s confidence reassured her she’d made the right decision to accept Greg’s help, but trepidation still slipped into her head. Would the cops help her once they knew she was a vampire?
“I’m going back to my house. If you or Greg need anything, call me.”
“Thank you for driving my car back.”
“Sure. Glad to help a neighbor.” He lifted his hand to Greg. Still holding the phone to his ear and talking, Greg waved back. Alexi followed Corey out of the room. When he stopped abruptly, she almost bumped into him.
“I can tape a board over that hole in your patio door, if you want.”
“That would be nice. I doubt anyone will come out this late to fix it.”
“Tomorrow, I can call–”
“Don’t worry about it,” she said, wanting to avoid another debt to a man. “I’ll contact someone in the morning to fix it.”
His eyes twitched as he looked at her curiously. “Okay. I’ll cover it for you.”
Alexi waited until he disappeared from the top of the stairs, then she strolled down the hall while Greg carried on with his conversation with the police. He spoke louder than normal and repeated his words. Perhaps the person on the other end of the line couldn’t hear him. As she threaded her fingers into her hair she prayed she’d made the right choice in reporting the theft to the police.
In her bedroom, she slipped Greg’s shirt off her shoulders and tossed it on the bed. She walked into the closet pondering what clothes to wear. From the drawers, she took a pair of jeans and a black sweater. She groaned softly while she dressed as her entire body ached from every little movement. Once dressed, she’d hoped she would feel warmer, but she didn’t. Her lower than normal temperature along with the recent stress of moving and theft of her safe, oh, and the tumble down the stairs all contributed to her dehydration. Her body had consumed a large amount of blood in an effort to heal her. She desperately needed more. If she waited too long, she might have to snack on Greg.
No . She walked from the closet with renewed determination not to take blood from Greg. She would resist his strong and healthy body. She would ignore his warmth and scent of rich blood, though she craved both. No more debts.
As she passed in front of the bed, heading for her dresser, Greg stepped into the room.
“They should be here in about fifteen minutes,” he said.
“Your shirt is on the bed. I think it might have a few spots of blood on it. I’ll buy you a new one soon.”
Holding her hair in a ponytail, she stopped at her dresser and searched through the makeup, jewelry, lotion bottles and other bathroom items for a band to hold her hair back. A gasp accidently escaped her when she noticed her vibrator.
“Shit!”
“What’s wrong?” Greg came to stand beside her and the mechanical device. He’d donned the shirt she’d worn and was buttoning it.
She looked up at him and felt a rush of heat to her cheeks. “Nothing. Nothing at all. Why don’t you wait upstairs? I’ll be there in a minute.” Her words were short and fast. God, she hoped he
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