Staci muttered to herself.
Staci shook her head hard.
Nah, love wasn't on the cards for her. She had moved to Shadow Point
to get away from her ex and his new love. Love didn't last, she
realized. It might feel nice and fuzzy at the beginning, but once
the novelty wore off, she would be traded in for a new, younger,
better-looking model.
Marcus was a hundred times
hotter than David. A sweet, sexy man like Marcus could have any
woman he wanted. She was sure there was no shortage of females
waiting to climb into his bed. He was just having some fun with her.
He would tire of her pretty quickly and drop her like a hot potato.
Staci chewed hard on her lip.
She was judging him, even before she had really gotten to know him.
She wasn't being fair to Marcus, or herself. Marcus's attention had
been solely on her even when there were scores of beautiful women in
the bar. There had been a whole line of flirty, pretty witches
making eyes at him but he never strayed from her side. He wanted
only her.
Staci sighed and forced
herself to stop thinking about Marcus. She was new in town, and she
should just go out and meet more people. If Marcus wanted to flirt
with her, fine. She was an adult. She was entitled to have some
no-strings-attached fun. She shouldn't expect anything more.
Glancing over her shoulder as
she turned into her street, Staci frowned when she saw a car behind
her. That car had been following her since she drove away from
Marcus. She was pretty sure it was the same car.
She turned into another lane
and waited. But the car didn't appear.
Staci heaved a sigh of relief
and chided herself. “It's just my imagination. And that
damned beer.”
Slowly, she circled back to
her house and slotted her car in the driveway. She had rented this
nice one-bedroom house from an elderly couple who would be overseas
for a year, visiting family and attending all their grandkids'
graduations. The timing was just right. Her transfer was just for a
year. She would be in Shadow Point for only one year, unless...she
found a reason to stay.
Staci locked her car and
hurried to her front door. She looked over her shoulder as she
turned the lock. Somehow, she still couldn't shake the feeling that
she was being followed. But there was no one there.
Rushing into the house, she
bolted the door and tiptoed to the window.
For a while, nothing moved.
Then she saw a man walking towards her house from the end of the
street. Staci held her breath as the man walked past her house. He
had his hat pulled low over his face. The man kept walking, but she
saw him turn his head slightly to stare at her front door. Was he
the same man who was in the car behind her?
Staci exhaled shakily once
the man was out of sight.
She checked all her doors and
windows and went to peek out the front window again.
“I need to sleep,”
Staci muttered. “Or I'll start to imagine monsters under my
bed...”
CHAPTER
EIGHT
Staci walked into the bank
and greeted Claire as she strolled past the reception counter. “Good
morning, how's your night?” Staci said brightly.
Claire giggled and pulled
down her collar to display two neat pinpricks on her neck. “It
was fang-tastic!”
Staci paused and leaned
forward. She didn't know if it would sound rude but she was so
curious. “How was it?” she whispered.
Claire's eyes rounded. “How
was what? Oh, you mean, sex with a vampire?”
Staci nodded and glanced
around, hoping Claire would keep her voice down.
“Depends on the vamp,”
Claire said with a shrug. “Some are better than others. Some
are more skilful, more generous, more adventurous...” Claire
frowned suddenly and said, “You mean you've never done it with
a vamp?”
Staci shook her head.
“I...I've only been with one man. He was human. And not very
good.”
Staci sighed but Claire
punched her arm and said firmly, “Well then, I say good
riddance to that not-very-good human. You deserve a good man,
Staci.”
Staci quirked a wistful smile
as