Vampire Assassin League Bundle 4 - Eternity (14 page)

“You’re wrong. Come on, babe. See sense. Or at least, reality.”

Stan still couldn’t make out her words. She really had a wonderful range of tone. This time it was light. Like a wind crossing through the drapes. He decided to invent her responses.

But you’re my mate, Leonard.

She said Leonard in a really cute, foreign way, too. She had trouble with the “r.” Stan thought it was cute. Len was immune or something. All he acted was angry.

“I’d have to quit, damn it.”

We could work together. Be vampire assassins.

“Shit. Of course I know. I have three exes,” Len told her.

Stan’s brows rose at that information. His expression was reflected in the dark gray tone of his blank monitor. It matched the tone of Tassanee’s reply. Even if he couldn’t make out her words, he had zero doubt about their content.

What do you mean... three?

“And I like to keep my stuff, okay?”

Oh. Bad move, man
. Never. Ever. Under any circumstances, give any woman ammo like that. Wow. Accusing her of not only being a next ex, but taking his possessions, too? Stan didn’t have to be a relationship expert to know where this was going. He crawled beneath the desk and reached up to pull the laptop down with him. And then he started whistling.

“Stanislaw? You there?”

Stan rolled his finger on the mouse pad. The image was a split screen. Nigel’s purplish toned visage came into view on the left side. The right side contained a desk, backed by a lot of books, a stone wall, and a dark spot shadowed by a slant of some kind. Maybe a staircase. Looked rich. Old world rich.

“Yeah,” he answered.

“We did a bit of checking while we reconnected, Stan. It seems that absolutely nothing out of the ordinary has happened at Angkor Wat, Cambodia,” Akron informed him.

“I know. I told you that.”

“It also appears that one of our private jets has been seized and is being dismantled by the authorities while they look for drugs. We don’t traffic in drugs.”

“They’re not going to find any, either.”

“So why do they have the jet?”

“The Hunters are smart, Sir. They must have noticed our arrival or something. Apparently somebody called in an anonymous drug tip while we were handling the pickup. And when we got to the hangar, they were waiting. The plane had already been seized and moved. And there was a lot of legal heat on site. Guns. Uniforms.”

“You got arrested?”

“Oh, sweet! And so you need us to get you out of jail? This is so cool!”

“Nigel. Focus here. They’re not in jail.”

“How do we know that, Sir?”

“Because Stan’s signal is coming from somewhere in southern Laos. And that is even more mysterious. How did you get to Laos?”

“That’s as far as Tassanee could fly. Before dawn, anyway.”

“Why didn’t you just go to Thailand? We have contacts there.”

“Len, Sir. He said Hunters knew we’d been at Angkor Wat, they knew how we’d arrived. He didn’t know how far up the chain their knowledge went. They might be waiting for us in Thailand. So, when things get this messed up, you do the unexpected.”

“Well. That was unexpected, all right.”

“I don’t think he was caring where we got to, Sir, as long as it was off the grid.”

“Well, that does explain why you’re in a two-room vacant shack just outside the
Phu Chong Na Poi
National Park. Everything else go okay?”

A thump hit the dresser beside him, startling Stan, and sending an echo through the area. He also hunched his shoulders. He thought they were out of objects to throw.

“What is going on over there?” Akron asked.

“That’s why I called. Tassanee... uh. She...uh...well.”

“Oh. Speak no more, Coleslaw. We got it.”

“You’re reading it wrong, Nigel.”

“Oh. I don’t think so, Sir. I’m just wondering why I’m surprised. Duh. It was right in front of me. It’s obvious. Roger Stanislaw there, starts with us a couple of months ago, and already he has not only found his eternal mate, but he gets the most rocking hot vampire chick this side of the Atlantic, too.”

“I think you mean the Pacific, Nigel.”

“Thank you, Sir. Thank you. Like I need help with my lamenting. You know, if I wasn’t already dead I’d go kill myself.”

“Nigel. Stop. Focus. And then think. Would Stan be hiding under a desk if he was Tassanee’s mate?”

“You’re hiding under a desk?”

“Uh...”
How the hell does Akron know that?

“But I don’t understand, Sir. If Stan isn’t—oh. No. No. Not Leonard Griggins. You’re joking, right?”

“Do I look like I’m joking, Nigel? How about Stan? Does he look like he’s joking?”

“But...Len? And Tassanee? No. Somebody tell me it isn’t true. The guy’s a menace to relationships. He’s still got claw mark scars on his chest from his last uh...significant other.”

“Claw marks?” Stan asked.

“According to Len, the prettier they are, the crazier they get. And he likes them pretty. So he gets them crazy. And that one was over the edge, even to his standards.”

“He really has ex-wives?”

“We make sure the court ordered payments are deducted from his account every month. Like clockwork. And she’s a real piece of work when the money is due. We have eight numbers set up every month to field her calls and re-route them. Isn’t that right, Sir?”

“What all that means, Stan, is yes. Len has an ex-wife. It also means no. He doesn’t have multiple ex-wives. Does that answer your question?” Akron inserted.

“Then why would he tell Tassanee he has three of them?” Stan asked.

This time it was Akron laughing through the speaker system. Stan decided it still wasn’t funny.

“Oh. Forgive me, gentlemen. This is very amusing. And I don’t get much of that in my position.”

“He told Tassanee he has three ex-wives?” Nigel asked.

“Yeah.”

“Is he stupid or what? Is he trying to drive her off?”

“Very good, Nigel. Very good.”

“What did I say?”

“Can either of you think of a better way to halt a woman’s interest?” Akron asked.

“Don’t look at me, Sir. I spend most of my time trying to get their interest.”

Akron laughed again. Even with the volume at the lowest range, it was impressive. The wood beside Stan’s ears shuddered.

“I do like you Nigel. If I haven’t said it before, I’ll say it now. You are a breath of fresh air in an otherwise tainted un-life. Where was I? Oh yes. Think of this from Len’s perspective. Len’s never managed a relationship with a woman that ends well. Can you imagine how things might work should Tassanee become a disgruntled ex? For eternity? You think fielding calls from a human ex-wife is fun. I can’t imagine having a vampire ex-wife with a vendetta.”

“Oh.”

Both men said it simultaneously.

“Which does explain Len’s argument...doesn’t it? Sit tight, Stan. We’ll send a 4D Team your way. And try to stay out of the way of projectiles.”

“Are you sure he’s Tassanee’s mate?” Nigel asked.

“Oh. Yes,” Akron replied. “I’m positive.”

“How can you be so certain?”

“She hasn’t killed him yet. Oh, Stan? Ditch that laptop. It’s been hacked. And a trace was just started. Nigel? Scramble.”

Binary code started filling Len’s screen. He flipped it over and slid the battery out. And that just made it easier to hear the other two again. Len was past pleading. Sounded like he was begging.

“Come on, babe. It won’t be so bad. You’ll see.”

Some more lightly spoke words.

“If you cry, that’s it. I’ll call another timeout. Debate over.”

Tassanee may have replied again. It could be the breeze through the open window just as easily, too.

“Women always use tears. It’s their biggest weapon. And if that happens, there goes reason and accountability, and any ability to argue logically. Right out into left field.”

Stan decided that was as good a time as any to start whistling again.

CHAPTER FIVE

This was such shit.

He didn’t want to be a vampire. And he shouldn’t have to up and make a decision right now. Without notice. And with such strings attached.

But Len was at the end of his rope. The length of his tether. All out of options. On his last nerve. The edge of disaster. The last bastion of defense. He wondered how many more clichés he could hit with the description. Last card in the deck. Final match in the pack. Hell. He didn’t even have enough rope left to hang himself.

Len settled his head back against the head rest. Nice. Akron’s jets were that, though. If a body had to take an unplanned transcontinental flight, at least it was in luxury. In a well-equipped cabin. Clean. Dimly lit. These were comfortable seats, too. They had adjustable lumbar supports. The seats could easily accommodate a six foot two frame, if he moved the head rest up far enough and didn’t care how far his feet hung over. The seats even reclined.
Stop right there, Len
. Reclining was dangerous territory.

He should be exhausted. He’d talked until he was hoarse. He could feel the scratch in his throat. He’d paced and ranted and tensed, and tossed things until his muscles complained. Every bit of him felt pretty abused, like he’d done a full day gym session, with a physical trainer. Being up forty-some odd hours straight was adding to the mix. But he wasn’t sleepy. He was too keyed-up.

Because of her. Tassanee. His nemesis.

She sure was beautiful. And extremely well-packaged. And sexy as hell. She sent vibes shooting at him with every passing moment in her company. Even as she just sat there. Opposite him. With a little table between them. In those cute, little harem pants. And that little square, backless bodice. Covered over in a cloak he’d stolen off some poor woman’s laundry line and given Tassanee to wear when he’d been scoping the area out just after dawn. It was a nice cloak, if a tad worn. And he wasn’t backing down. She was to wrap herself totally in it. That instruction came with more arguments that didn’t touch on the real reasons. Her little outfit was too explicit. Entirely too immodest.

And way too frickin’ sexy.

The cloak didn’t help. It only outlined and defined curves he’d practically memorized. Damn. She was gorgeous. Every inch. Starting with her striking, bottomless dark eyes, set in a singularly stunning face, surrounded by lush lashes...and then moving to that kissable mouth of hers. That lengthy, silken slide of dark hair she kept tossing over her shoulder. Oh, she was beautiful. And way too unsettling. No wonder he’d fantasized about her for years.

She was still watching him. He didn’t have to look. He didn’t dare. It was enough he’d almost made her cry. Hell.
He
was ready to cry. Pitching items against walls and through the window was better than doing what every cell on his body craved and demanded and then fought him over. Grab her. Kiss her. Make her his. Take hours to make slow love to that perfect woman, and then follow that up with a hard, fast, and heavy pounding that would be guaranteed to make certain neither of them had this wakeful, primed problem.

Stan had walked in, saving that disaster. His insertion into their stalemate had been pretty much heaven-sent. Tassanee hadn’t been crying, but her eyes sure looked glossy. Stan had brought the laptop for Tassanee to obliterate. A length of silence later, a chopper had arrived. Could have been minutes. Could have been hours. Len didn’t recall and he didn’t care. Nobody said anything during the ride. Len didn’t remember VAL having a base in Laos, but Akron had connections, and Len didn’t care about that, either. If he remembered right, Len had lifted a hand in farewell as Stan had boarded a different jet. But he didn’t remember or care about that, either.

He was all out of remember and care.

Len licked his lips. They were chapped. He should probably see if he’d stuffed lip balm into a pocket. But that would require moving. And that would alert her that he was still awake. Aware. And supremely interested.

This was such shit. Again.

He didn’t want to be a vampire’s mate. There was too much life change involved. He still lived in the apartment he’d taken when his ex-wife threw him out of his own house. And he was fond of daylight. Loved the warmth of it. Sunbathing out on a nice beach with the water lapping at the shore was his idea of mini-heaven. He spent a lot of time in Bora Bora getting this tan. And he liked bacon and eggs. Fries. A thick, grilled steak. A cold beer. Sleeping in on his days off. All the human stuff.

There was more.

The list of what he’d lose was endless.

Then again... at some point in this life, vampirism might be a viable option. He didn’t want to deal with all the age-related losses: hair, hearing, vision, memory... bone. Muscle tissue degeneration. And he mustn’t forget the other issues, like hemorrhoids, arthritic joints, enlarged prostate problems, bladder control issues, erectile dysfunction... that sounded most unfair. He rather liked his willy exactly where it was and working exactly like it did. Old age sounded like shit. Becoming a vampire might actually be a good idea about then. Or maybe...before his sack started sagging.

All of which was years away at the moment. Lots of time to make heavy duty decisions like turning into a blood sucking entity. Hell. He hadn’t even started a retirement portfolio yet.

Then there was the huge possibility that he’d screw up. His ex-wife had been his high school sweetheart. They’d wed right out of school just before he entered basic. It lasted three years, mainly because he was on active duty the entire time. When he got back and tried to play house, he found out how ill-equipped he was for love and relationships. He didn’t know how a woman’s mind worked, and what he was supposed to say and when. He was clueless that when she asked if she looked fat, she didn’t want the truth. He always said the wrong thing. And just why did the one thing a woman found charming and funny in him become the same thing she ended up hating, anyway? Women didn’t remotely make sense. So, he was sarcastic and a smartass. It wasn’t hidden. They knew that going in.

Tassanee was almost his equal at both, though. She had a mouth and a quick wit, and was one hell of an opponent in a debate. So... maybe, just maybe... he was looking at this wrong. Maybe he should ask her if the vampirism part of this mating thing could wait. See if she’d considered a trial run and wait for him to decide. That might work out. Or she might get pissed off at him and that would be the end of that. And him.