The Merzetti Effect (A Vampire Romance) (15 page)

Eli’s eyes narrowed. “Whachu mean we, white man?”

Delano smiled as though his insides weren’t being eaten by corrosive acid.

“She’s bored, Eli. And she’s lonely. She’s cut off from everything she used to know. Her whole world was literally turned upside down in the wake of Webber’s attack. And now she’s stuck here, in a strange city, virtually under lock and key, seeing no one but her bodyguard, her clients at the clinic, and us.”

“Us. There’s that plural thing again.”

“You’re heterosexual and unattached.”

“Last time I checked.”

“And you want to keep Ainsley safe, don’t you? You want me to unlock the secrets of her blood‌—”

“Whoa.” Eli threw up a hand in the universal stop signal. “I think you’d better quit right there, before I leap to the completely laughable conclusion that you’re asking me to sleep with Nurse Crawford.”

“Eli‌—”

“Jesus, you’re serious! You want me to seduce her.”

Delano’s nails dug into his palms. “I want you to pay attention to her. I want you to entertain her, keep her preoccupied.”

“And what exactly are you suggesting I do to entertain her? Huh? ’Cuz somehow I don’t think you had a friendly game of Chinese checkers in mind.”

“It would seem that she needs male attention.” Delano managed to keep his voice calm and controlled, a major accomplishment in the circumstances. “Just give her some attention.”

Delano’s reasonable tone seemed to anger Eli even more. “I see. So, what did you have in mind? A little flirting? Maybe some petting on the couch? More?”

Delano sighed.

“And how should I open with her? Verbal or non-verbal? I mean, I could just come out and say, ‘I think you’re hot, let’s go, baby.’”

“Eli‌—”

“You’re right. That rarely works. At least not with a woman like Ainsley. It’d have to be way more subtle. Let’s see … maybe I should start by crowding her in the kitchen or when we pass in the hallways. You know, get a little too close. Just enough to make her take notice. Then maybe I could comment on her hair. She does have great hair, don’t you think?”

“I really don’t‌—”

“After that, I could graduate to brushing up against her, all accidentally-on-purpose-like. An elbow to a breast in that tiny kitchen, followed by a quick apology. Then, while we’re sitting on the couch watching TV, maybe I could let my leg relax against hers.”

“I’m not terribly‌—”

“Oh, here’s a thought‌—‌a collision! Yeah, I like that. The corner where the hall comes out to the living room would be perfect. I could kind of catch her and steady her, but not before making sure she got a real good feel, if you know what I mean. In my personal experience, next to broad shoulders, a good set of abs pretty much tops every lady’s wish list.”

“Dammit, Eli, I don’t care how you do it! Just for God’s sake
do it
.”

Eli’s face softened. “Look, man, I’m just trying to show you why this plan of yours can’t work.”

“It
will
work.”

“Come on. I haven’t laid a finger on her, and already you can’t stand it.”

Delano shook his head vigorously. “You’re quite mistaken. What I feel for Ainsley is responsibility. The danger she finds herself in, her social isolation, her anxiety about a non-existent infection, the removal from her ordinary world … it’s all my doing. The kindest thing I could possibly do at this point is put you in her path. I just don’t need to hear the details. I feel guilty enough as it is for manipulating her.”

“And well you should.”

“And well I should,” he agreed. “That’s my burden to live with. In the meantime, you’ll be good for her. Hell, you’ll be good for each other.” As he said the words, he realized how true they were. Eli and Ainsley. They were perfectly matched. Aside from their shared nursing background, they were both handsome physical specimens, both single and unattached, both quick to laugh. A new emptiness opened up inside, lending his voice more bite. “You must do this for me, Eli.”

His friend closed his eyes for an interminable moment, as though consulting some inner voice, or perhaps the voice of some long-dead Comanche ancestor. “Okay.” He opened his eyes. “I’ll do it.”

Delano let the breath he was holding escape. “Thank you.”

Eli inclined his head in acknowledgement. “You’ll owe me one. Oh, and one more thing.”

“Yes?”

“Don’t try to sell me any more of this horseshit about how you don’t care. Your guts are gonna feel like you chowed down a metric ton of ground glass, and we both know it.”

Delano cursed, employing a particularly loathsome word he hadn’t used in a good sixty years.

“Exactly,” Eli agreed. “Now, sun’s almost up. We should both hit the sack. I can bring you up to date on St. Cloud tomorrow.”

“Rise and shine, cupcake.”

Ainsley lifted her head and squinted at the imposing figure looming in her doorway. Eli? In her bedroom? Calling her
Cupcake?
Oh, thank goodness. She was still dreaming. She rolled onto her side, drew her knees up and burrowed deeper into the pillows, striving to get her dream back on track.

“Come on, sleepy head, it’s way past noon.”

She opened bleary eyes again, tracking Eli as he moved across her bedroom to the window. She’d tossed and turned for hours, finally falling into a light sleep punctuated by highly erotic dreams. Dreams of Delano, his hands all over her body, her hands on him…

How the devil had Eli made his way into her dream?

Then Eli swept the heavy curtains back. The dazzling light of midday flooded the room, sending a dagger of pain to her brain.

Groaning, she pulled the covers over her head. “Go away, Eli. You’re wrecking my dream.”

“Ouch. You’re wrecking my ego.”

She snorted beneath the covers. “I think it’ll survive.”

“No need for sarcasm.”

“Okay, I’m sorry. Now, would you please go away?”

The edge of her bed depressed. “Sorry, angel.”

Wait a minute, Eli in her room? She jack-knifed up to find Eli actually sitting there, on her actual bed. “Eli? What is it? Is something wrong?”

“Something’s very wrong.”

He said the words sternly, but the tone didn’t match the dancing light in his eyes or the suggestion of an upward tilt to his lips. The latter was enough to make the knot of anxiety dissolve.

“Okay, out with it, buster. What the heck is so very wrong?”

“Delano tells me that in all the time you’ve been here, he hasn’t taken you to see anything of Montreal. A beautiful woman sitting up here in this penthouse while the city waits down there? To my way of thinking, that’s just plain wrong. And I aim to fix that, starting right now.” He gave her a thump on the thigh. “So shake a leg, honey.”

He stood again, and she gaped up at him. “You’re going to take me out?”

“I thought we’d start with
le Vieux Montréal
.”

Ainsley grinned. Touring Old Montreal in broad daylight like an ordinary visitor to the city? “Oh,
can
we?”

He feigned offence. “Did I not just invite you?”

“I mean, is it safe?”

“It is when I’m in charge.”

She rolled her eyes. “What’d I tell you? The ego remains undented.”

His lips quirked. “Seriously, it’s not high risk. I wouldn’t be suggesting it if it were. But just the same, we’ll have a discreet security team maintaining a cushion around us at all times.”

His gaze flickered just long enough to make her aware she was sitting in bed in her nightshirt with the bedclothes pooled on her lap.

Oh, Christmas. The clinch with Delano last night. That’s probably what he saw every time he looked at her. She felt a blush rise in her neck.

“Can you be ready in half an hour?”

“Give me fifteen minutes.”

T
WO AND A
half hours later, Eli helped her clamber out of the
calèche
he’d hailed at Rue de la Commune, in front of the old port.

“How’d you enjoy that?”

Ainsley grinned. “You have to ask?”

He shrugged. “It’s a guy thing.”

She laughed. “It was great. But I’d like to come back one day to explore the Notre-Dame Basilica. Oh, and the Pointe-à-Callière.”

He squinted at her. “Interesting.”

“What?”

“The Basilica, sure. I mean, it’s a bloody Neo-Gothic wonder. Everyone is awed by it. But I wouldn’t have pegged you for the museum of archaeology and history.”

She shrugged. “I like history.”

And she did. Except as they toured Old Montreal, from the Bonsecours Market to the Place d’Armes, she’d found herself wondering if Delano had walked these cobbled streets in another time. Another century. She shivered.

Eli checked his watch. “We’d better head back. Both of us could stand a nap before the boss rises.”

At the mention of Delano, Ainsley’s face sobered. “About last night‌—”

He threw up a hand. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop right there.”

“Stop?”

“Gawd, yes.” He lowered his hand. “Number one, there are several three-word phrases in the English language that are guaranteed to tighten a man’s sphincter, and that, my darlin’, is one of ’em. Don’t wanna hear it. And secondly, it’s none of my business.”

“But‌—”

“No buts.”

“But‌—”

“You had fun today, right?”

Ainsley blinked. “Well, yes, bu‌—”

“Then let’s leave it lie just like that, why don’t we?”

She shook her head. “You make things awfully easy for me, Eli.”

“That was sort of the point.” He raised an arm, flagging down a passing taxi, which stopped amid the squealing of sorely abused brakes. He opened the back door of the cab.
“Après vous, Madame.”

She grinned at his French, delivered as it was with that unique accent of his.
“Merci, monsieur.”

When she moved toward the car, he didn’t move back as far as she expected. Consequently, she had to squeeze past him to get into the back seat. No doubt it was a security precaution, his standing so close, but she found herself taking notice of his sheer size and power. And not for the first time today.

Criminey, but he was nice looking. Nice smelling, too. Not to mention funny and considerate and easy to be around. And his body‌—‌oh, baby,
seriously ripped
. Under different circumstances, she’d be giving him some not-so-subtle signals, just to see if there was any answering spark there. He’d be playful in the bedroom. She’d lay money on it. And a good thing, too. That levity would mitigate all that overpowering, hulking brawn…

She blinked. Oh, God. She was having decidedly sexual thoughts about Eli. Eli! Her co-worker. A fellow nurse. What was wrong with her? She’d all but torn Delano’s clothes off last night, and now she was‌—‌

“Scoot over, Angel. I have no desire to get clipped by traffic trying to get in that other door.”

Face burning, she slid across the bench seat to hug the far door. Eli climbed in and instructed the driver.

He turned to her. “You look tired.”

Normally, she would not welcome that kind of observation from an attractive man, but it was too good an opportunity to let slide.

“I am.” She aimed an apologetic smile at him. “Mind if I snooze on the way home?”

“Go right ahead. Actually, eyes closed might not be a bad idea any time, given traffic in this city.”

She gave the expected chuckle, then settled back against the seat cushions to feign rest.

Eyes closed. Yessiree. That worked just fine.

Just fine for contemplating exactly when she’d turned into the Whore of Babylon.

Delano leaned back in his chair as he listened to Eli’s progress report. He heard every word his friend said, and responded appropriately, but another part of his brain was busy cataloguing scents.

Sandalwood, vanilla, leather, horse. All of these things he smelled, on top of Eli’s scent signature.

Ainsley.

Eli.

Ainsley and Eli, enjoying a romantic tour of Old Montreal from the intimate confines of a horse-drawn carriage.

Good. Excellent.

He dug his nails into his palm.

“So it looks like the repairs will be effected within the month, but it may take an extra few weeks to get some of the more esoteric lab equipment. We’ve purchased so much of this stuff to equip all the fallback labs. I just didn’t want to raise any unnecessary red flags by putting a hair-on-fire kind of rush on this.”