Sexiest Vampire Alive

Once the two bases were established, they would teleport supplies in from Tokyo, and Gregori would start the process of teleporting Abigail west. Angus and Robby intended to go with them as far as Tokyo. Along with Japanese operative Kyo, they would remain on standby in case something went wrong with the A-Team.

In the security office at Romatech, Gregori, Emma, and Angus looked over Abigail’s notes to determine the areas she wanted to check. The first was the eastern plateau region known for its many lakes and karsts, odd stone formations that resembled a forest of stalagmites. The second area was in the northwest, closer to Tibet. It was rugged and mountainous with rivers rushing through deep canyons.

Abigail was hoping to find an ancient plant along the Yangtze River. It would be a rough area for hiking, but they were more likely to find a cave there for their base.

Angus e-mailed the information to Kyo in Japan. “That’s all we can do for now.”

Gregori nodded. “If we’re lucky, we can spend one night at each base, and only be in China two nights.”

“We’ll expect you to check in with us in Tokyo every two hours,” Angus said. “If we don’t hear from you, we’ll come looking for you.”

“Good.” Gregori stood and stretched. “I’ll go to my office then. Get some work done.” And hope that Abigail would call. She’d promised to let him know how her mother was doing.

Emma smiled at him. “Your mother told me that Miss Tucker was the one.”

He groaned. “My mother talks too much.”

Emma exchanged an amused glance with her husband.

“Are ye saying she isna the one?” Angus asked.

“I’m saying it’s not easy.” Gregori headed toward the door to make an escape. “The president isn’t going to accept a vampire son-in-law.”

“Ah.” Emma’s eyes lit up. “So you’re considering marriage?”

Gregori gulped. “I didn’t say that. I—I was speaking theoretically.”

Angus grunted. “Well, lad, if she’s good enough to bed, then she should be good enough to wed. Theoretically speaking, of course.”

Gregori reached into his coat pocket and squeezed a stress ball. “Abigail and I are modern people. We’re not tied to old-fashioned ideas of—”

“Och, I see. Ye’re a generous soul, so ye plan to share her with other men.”

“What?” The ball exploded in his pocket. “Shit.” Now his coat pocket was full of baking soda.

Emma and Angus chuckled.

“Yeah, very funny.” He stalked to his office. Tossed the exploded stress ball into the trash can. There was no message on his phone. He had Abigail’s number now, since she’d phoned him earlier, so he called. No answer, so he left a short voice message. Call me.

He worked for an hour. Still no phone call. He teleported to his condo, showered, then threw on some jeans and a T-shirt. No call, no message. He sprawled on the sofa to watch DVN and guzzled a warm bottle of blood.

His Droid buzzed. Finally a text message from Abigail: My mom is stable now, still at home. It’s late, so going to bed. Good night.

He called her number, but she didn’t pick up. He texted her: Answer your phone.

She texted back: No.

Then call me.

No. You’ll teleport to my bedroom.

He smiled. She was on to him. Chicken!

Bawk!

He drummed his fingers on the Droid, trying to come up with a reply that would make her call. I have a stress ball that needs to be squeezed. He winced and deleted that.

He’d teleported to the Oval Office before, so he could get fairly close to her. He texted: I’m teleporting to the West Wing. Will search the White House until I find you.

The phone rang.

“Bingo.” He answered it.

“You can’t wander around the White House,” she fussed at him. “You’ll get yourself arrested—”

He focused on her voice and teleported.

“—and then we’ll never make it to China. And—” She jumped when he appeared next to her bed. “You rascal, I knew you’d do that.”

He grinned as he turned his phone off, then stuffed it into a front pocket of his jeans. She was sitting against a blue tufted headboard on a queen-sized bed, glaring at him.

“You should leave.” She set her phone on the bedside table.

“But I just got here.” And she looked so sweet with her damp curls and freshly scrubbed face and old- fashioned pajamas. Good God, how he’d love to peel those off. Before his eyes could turn red, he shifted his gaze to look around her room. “Very nice.”

“Thank you. You can go now.” She dragged the blue comforter up to her chin.

“Smart move. Those pajamas with little coffee cups on them are way too sexy. I can hardly restrain myself.”

She smiled and shook her head. “I don’t own any sexy lingerie.”

“That’s amazing.” He sat on the edge of her bed. “Neither do I.”

She laughed.

“See how much we have in common?”

She kicked at him from under the covers. “It’s late, Gregori. After three in the morning.”

“But a good Vamp can go all night long.”

She nudged him again. “I’ve been up for twenty-two hours. I want to sleep.”

“No problem.” He stood and turned off the lamp on her bedside table. “Good night, sweetheart.” He could still see well in the dark, and he grinned at the way she squinted her eyes to follow his movements.

“You’re not leaving?” she asked. “What are you doing?”

He arrived at the other side of her bed and pulled back the sheet. “You wanted to sleep.” He climbed in.

She gasped. “Not with you!”

He fluffed up his pillow. “You might as well get used to it. You’ll be sleeping with me on the trip.”

“I will not.”

“You want to sleep with the other guys?” He lay down beside her. “I’ll have to beat them up then. Not really good for team spirit, but—”

“You can’t sleep in my bed!”

“Relax. I won’t bite.”

She snorted. “Gregori, you’re in the White House. You don’t sneak into a girl’s bed in the White House!”

He glanced at the door. “Is it locked?”

“Yes, but—”

“Is there a guard at the door?”

She shook her head. “Down the hall by the stairs.”

“Then we should be fine.” He turned onto his side to face her and smiled. “As long as you don’t scream.”

She scoffed. “I’m going to sleep.”

“I won’t stop you.”

She gave him a wary look. “Then why are you here?”

Why was he here? He’d never climbed into a girl’s bed before just to talk. “I missed you. I wanted to know how you were doing.”

She scooted down into a lying position. “I’m tired. Worried about my mom.”

“How is she?”

“Stable. But not good. They may take her to the hospital tomorrow if she doesn’t improve.”

“I’m sorry.” He brushed a curl back from her brow.