Jeremy with all her heart and had intended to spend the rest of her life with him. It just seemed wrong to even be noticing another man so soon. Two years might seem like a long time to some, but it felt as if it had passed in the blink of an eye. Even telling herself the big guy wasn’t really a man didn’t help. Actually, it made her feel worse, as if her attraction to him was an even bigger betrayal of Jeremy’s memory.
She stuck her face under the full force of the water, trying to wash away all the thoughts doing the dance of confusion in her head. Wanting to get downstairs before Mindy showed up for the day, she turned off the water and went about getting ready the way she did every morning. After yesterday she needed a boatload of normal today.
But as she started pulling bacon and eggs from the refrigerator a few minutes later, she realized every movement was going to be a reminder of her close calls. She popped a couple of ibuprofen and told herself that if she could just get through the day, she’d treat herself to a long hot soak in the tub with a good book and some relaxing music playing. And then an incredibly long night of sleep. She wasn’t getting anywhere near outside once the sun started to set.
Her heart went out to all the homeless she wouldn’t be able to help today. Hopefully the “I find stuff” vampire really would come through on locating her car before it got stripped down for parts. And if it didn’t turn up soon, she’d have to figure out another way to resume the food deliveries. She could probably pick up another car on the cheap, but it wasn’t as if she had much extra cash sitting around.
Mindy Kemp burst through the back door of the diner shortly after sunrise, her dark corkscrew curls highlighted with magenta streaks bouncing. She raced straight for Olivia and pulled her into a powerful hug. “I’m so glad to see you with my own eyes.”
Olivia appreciated the gesture, but it made her cringe against the pain. She edged out of Mindy’s embrace.
Mindy stepped back and examined Olivia’s face. “You look like crap.”
Olivia swatted her with a potholder. “You try getting attacked by vampires and then not sleeping all night and see if you end up looking like Miss New York.”
Mindy’s expression turned dark. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes, considering. Though I feel as if I went a few rounds with a grizzly bear.”
“I wish you could have killed the filthy bastards.”
Olivia looked away and didn’t remind her friend that one of those “filthy bastards” had actually seen her safely home. It still didn’t make sense, and more than once as she’d lain awake she’d wondered if she’d imagined the entire thing. But each time she moved this morning, her battered body told her it hadn’t been a nightmare. At least not the kind you had while sleeping.
They’d already gone through all the details the night before, so Mindy didn’t make her repeat them. “Don’t tell anyone, okay?” Olivia didn’t want any looks of pity or to have to answer a million questions.
Mindy nodded. “Any word on your car?”
“Not yet.”
“What are you going to do about delivering the meals?” Mindy asked, knowing that would be uppermost in Olivia’s mind.
“I don’t know.” Mindy, like many New Yorkers, didn’t have a car. And the subways had stopped running two years before, when it became widely known what really lurked down there in those tunnels. Now people walked, biked or drove everywhere, timing their commutes to minimize any chance of being stuck outside after dark. That meant shorter workdays and smaller paychecks, especially in the winter months. Life was leaner now, but everyone made do the best they could.
Cabs still ran during the day, but the fares were so high that she couldn’t afford to have a cabby drive her all over the city and to wait for her as she delivered meals.
“I’ll figure out something,” she said as she started cracking eggs into a mixing bowl. “But for now, we’re going to have hungry customers in a few minutes.”
Like clockwork, old Rusty Tangier walked through the front door and hung his cap and coat on the hooks on the wall. Rusty was a creature of habit, a retired high school biology teacher who went for a walk every morning as soon as the vamps retreated. The walk always ended up at the diner, where he had two scrambled egg whites, whole-wheat toast and a cup of whatever fruit was on the menu for the day.
“Morning, girlies,” he said with a wave of his newspaper.
“Morning, Rusty,” Olivia and Mindy called back.
They fell into the morning routine as more customers began to arrive. Olivia took a deep breath, thankful for the facade of normalcy even though deep down she wondered if her life would ever be the same again.
When the weekly food delivery showed up, Mindy hurried to handle it. That left Olivia to take out the prepared meals to Rusty and Jane Farmer, another regular, who always sat by the window and wrote on her laptop as she ate her breakfast.
“Lordy, girl, what happened to you?” Rusty asked when she approached his table.
Too late Olivia remembered the outward signs of her vamp encounter. She slid his plate in front of him as she tried to come up with a plausible story.
“Stupidity, that’s what happened,” she said as she noticed Jane and a couple of other customers looking her way. “I slipped on the stairs last night and took a nasty tumble.”
“Honey, you’ve got to be careful.” Rusty gave her a concerned, grandfatherly look.
She patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. There will be no more coming downstairs without turning on the light.” She felt bad for lying to him, but she didn’t want to get into the real story with everyone who strolled into the diner throughout the day. Not many people lived to tell the tale of being attacked by vampires, and she wasn’t interested in becoming the neighborhood celebrity.
She retreated to the kitchen and was glad to see Mindy had finished accepting the delivery and could take over the waitressing duties.
“For the record, I slipped and fell down the stairs last night,” she said quietly to Mindy so no one in the dining room could hear.
“I work for a klutz. Got it.”
Olivia stuck her tongue out at Mindy, grateful to her friend for setting aside her venomous hatred for vampires and instead acting as normal as possible. If she could fill her day with normality, maybe she could convince herself that the approaching night would be normal, too.
* * *
By the time she closed the diner and convinced Mindy to go home, Olivia was too tired for the long soak in the tub. Fatigue won over fear and she fell asleep almost the moment she crawled into bed, the light of dusk still illuminating her bedroom.
When she woke from a nightmare, her heart hammering, it was full dark, and panic surged through her at the memory of the vampire’s teeth ripping out her throat. She lifted her hand to find her throat intact. She jumped from the bed, crying out when she put weight on her ankle. She blinked against tears but made herself walk through the apartment to make sure she was still alone and all the windows and doors were still locked. She knew a vampire couldn’t be inside, but it still made her feel better to double-check.
She turned on the living room light and glanced at the clock. It read five minutes after four. She’d slept for ten much-needed hours. She made herself a cup of coffee and sank into the soft cushions of the couch to drink it.
The phone rang, causing her to jump and yelp in alarm. She placed her hand over her racing heart, wondering how much fear it could handle before it ceased to function. Phone calls at this time of night were never about anything good. She checked the caller ID and was shocked to see her cell number on the display. On the third ring, she picked up. “Hello.”
“This is Campbell Raines.”
Even more fear slammed into Olivia at the sound of that familiar voice. He knew her phone number. Did he know her name, too?
With her heart trying to beat a retreat in the opposite direction, she looked toward the window. Somehow she knew he was out there. How else would he know she’d be awake now?
“Olivia?”
Guess that answered that question. “How do you know my name?”
