“H.D.,” Ildaria breathed with realization.
“H.D. for short,” he agreed. “H.T.D.D. was a mouthful, and H.D. is close enough to his real name that he answers to it.”
“What’s his real name?” she asked with interest.
“Eddy.”
“Eddy?” she echoed. Teddy would have fit better. He looked like a teddy bear after all.
“Edward Simpson Guiscard on his registration,” G.G. announced. “Eddy.”
“So you’re G.G. Simpson Guiscard,” she said with a faint smile.
“Joshua James Simpson Guiscard,” he corrected quietly. “G.G. is a nickname. Joshua James Simpson was my birth name. My birth father was John Simpson, but he died when I was young and my mother remarried Robert Guiscard. Robert adopted me and Guiscard was legally added to the end of my name.”
“Ah,” Ildaria murmured, thinking Joshua was a nice name. It didn’t really suit the Mohawked and tattooed man beside her though.G.G. did.
“And you?” G.G. asked with interest.
“Me?” she asked uncertainly.
“What’s your full name?”
“Oh.” She blinked, and then blurted, “Angelina Ildaria Sophia Lupita Garcia Pimienta.” The moment the words left her mouth,she frowned and turned to stare blindly at the mirrored shelves behind the bar, wondering why she’d told him that. As a rule,she avoided telling it at all, or lied. The last two hundred years she hadn’t used Angelina at all. She’d gone by Ildariaand used Garcia because it was as common as Smith in North America.
“Pretty name,” G.G. said, and she turned back to him with surprise to see a faint smile tilting his lips before he poppedthe last of his first burger into his mouth and began to chew.
“I just go by Ildaria Garcia,” she murmured, feeling her tension slowly subside as she watched him eat. Some part of her mindwas assuring her that it didn’t matter that he knew her name. It was fine. She was in North America now, far away from theDominican Republic and the danger that revealing her name held there. Letting her breath out, she searched for something tosay, and found herself asking, “So, how did a mortal end up owning and running not just one, but two nightclubs for immortals?”
G.G. shook his head, and swallowed the food in his mouth before pointing out, “You still haven’t told me why you dropped outof uni.”
Ildaria blew out a breath of irritation, but supposed it was only fair she answer his question if she wanted him to answerhers. Raising the drink he’d given her, she took a sip to give herself time to decide what to say. Her eyes widened with surprisewhen the taste hit her tongue. It was nice. Tasty. Sweet and fruity.
“Good huh?” he said with amusement, and she glanced over to see him grinning as he watched her face.
Ildaria nodded, and took another drink.
“So . . .” G.G. said as she swallowed and set the glass back on the bar. “You dropped out because . . .”
“I didn’t drop out,” she said at once. “Lucian insisted I should switch from night to day courses, but it’s too far into thesemester, so I had to withdraw so the classes won’t show up as ‘fail.’ Worse yet, I can’t get a refund on them.”
“Ouch,” G.G. said with sympathy.
“Si.” Ildaria sighed the word and then shrugged. “It’s my own fault, I guess.”
“Why?” G.G. asked at once, and then added, “And why does Lucian want you in day classes?”
“Because he thinks it’s safer,” she muttered, answering the second question first.
“Safer?” G.G. asked on a bark of surprised laughter. “You’re an immortal. Not much can harm you.”
“Si, but—” She broke off with a grimace, and then took a deep breath and explained, “He’s not worried about my safety that way. It’s more that he doesn’t want me to be put in a position . . .”
“He’s worried about you going vigilante again,” G.G. guessed solemnly when she fell silent.
Ildaria’s mouth tightened. “You know about that, huh?”
He nodded almost apologetically. “This place is gossip central, and people seem to like to talk to me.”
She rolled her eyes at that, and took another swallow of the drink he’d given her, enjoying the sweet treat.
“What made you go vigilante down in . . . some city in Montana, was it?” he asked with a frown.
Ildaria nodded, but didn’t bother to say which city. That part of her life was over now. She was stuck in Canada for the foreseeablefuture. Setting her drink back on the bar, she ran her fingers up and down the condensation on the outside of her glass andmuttered, “It doesn’t matter.”
“It does to me,” he assured her quietly and Ildaria glanced his way, surprised to see the sincerity in his face. G.G.’s expressionsuggested that what she had to say was the most important thing in the world to him in that moment.
Three
Ildaria tore her gaze away from G.G.’s and swallowed thickly, trying to remove the sudden lump lodged in her throat. It didn’tdo much, and after another swallow she gave it up and shrugged. “Do you know Jess Stewart Notte?”
“Raffaele’s life mate. Yes,” he said, nodding. “I’ve met her a couple of times when she was up here with Raffaele visitingfamily. You lived with her in Montana, didn’t you?”
“Si. Her and Raffaele,” she added with a faint smile. Raffaele hadn’t been able to stay away from Jess once he’d found her. Not surprising for life mates. But it had meant the three of them living in the house Jess had inherited from her parents, instead of just the two of them. Ildaria hadn’t really minded after getting to know the man. She’d even ended up liking Raffaele as a person. Despite that though, she still wished Jess had chosen Ildaria’s old captain, Vasco, for her mate. She’d had the choice between the two, and Ildaria knew Vasco was a good man under all of his swagger. Besides, he’d saved her life more than once and was like family. Well, she supposed she hadn’t let him close enough to be family, but he was important to her. Shrugging her thoughts away, Ildaria explained, “Well, as you say I was living
