Текст книги "About a Vampire"

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After running a brush through her hair, Holly left her room and headed downstairs. She made it all the way to the hallway outside the kitchen door before her courage failed her. Pausing there, she bit her lip and told herself not to be a ninny. Justin would not be able to tell, just by looking at her, that she’d been dreaming of doing the nasty with his naked self all night.

“Dear God,” she muttered under her breath and pushed the door open to enter the room. At first, she thought it was empty, but then a rattle drew her attention to the refrigerator. Justin was standing in the open door, surveying the contents. He glanced over now and smiled at her.

“Good morning.”

Holly felt a shiver run down her back at his husky tone. It was the same pitch his voice had dropped into last night when he’d growled, “Say my name.”

Giving her head a shake, she managed a smile and moved nervously to the table. “Good morning.”

Good Lord, she sounded like a Victorian chick with the vapors, Holly thought with disgust as she heard her weak voice. Really? That was the best she could do? She couldn’t—

Her self-flagellation ended abruptly as Justin suddenly grabbed a can of whipped cream out of the refrigerator, tipped his head, aimed the spout into his mouth and shot some of the creamy foam onto his tongue just as she had done in her first dream last night. That had been just before he’d entered the room, and kissed her and then begun to—

Holly cut that thought off quickly and forced her gaze away from him. “So, training,” she said in strained tones.

“Right.”

She braved a glance in his direction to see him returning the can to the refrigerator and felt herself relax a little. Good, the last thing she needed was to be thinking about what else he’d done with that whipped cream in her dreams . . . which she was doing now, she realized with dismay as her nipples began to tingle. She could vividly recall the feel of his tongue rasping across her nipples as he laved away every last drop of whipped cream and then—

The refrigerator door slammed closed with a jingle of bottles and Holly jumped guiltily, then instinctively caught the bag of blood he tossed her.

Justin headed for the door to the garage, saying, “Actually, we’re going out today.”

“What?” Holly asked blankly. “Where?”

“To my parents’ place,” he responded, opening the door and then turning sideways for her to precede him out to the garage. “It’s Sunday. They’d never forgive me if I didn’t go see them while I’m in town.”

Holly remained by the table, biting her lip.

“Come on,” he insisted, waving toward the open door.

Holly shifted uncertainly and then said, “Maybe I should just stay here. Dante and Tomasso could teach me to . . . well . . . do whatever,” she finished lamely, and then rushed on, “And you can visit your parents in peace.”

“Nope.” He shook his head firmly. “Gia and the twins are just backup. Lucian made it plain that you are my responsibility. You’re with me. Besides,” he added with a smile. “I have a surprise for you.”

Holly grimaced and blew her breath out on a sigh. Another surprise. Great. Probably more fish, or flowers, or something to do with nature that she would absolutely hate. Jeez.

Shaking her head with mild disgust, she slapped the blood bag to her teeth and trudged across the kitchen to slip past him through the door.

“Buck up,” he said cheerfully as he opened the door of the SUV for her. “You’ll like this one.”

“Uh-huh,” she mumbled around the bag in her mouth as she climbed into the vehicle. She did up her seat belt as he closed the door. The bag was empty by the time he’d walked around and got into the driver’s seat. Holly pulled it from her mouth and asked, “Where are Gia and the twins this morning?”

“This afternoon,” he corrected, taking the empty bag from her and tossing it in a small garbage bag hanging from the dash. As he started the engine, she glanced to the clock on the dash, amazed to see that it was indeed afternoon. It was just after two o’clock in the afternoon, in fact. Good Lord, it had only been seven when she’d gone to bed. She’d slept more than seventeen hours.

“Gia and the boys went to bed at dawn and are still sleeping,” Justin said, answering her original question as he pressed the button to open the garage door. Reaching for his seat belt then, he added, “Mostly we’re night owls. Our hours just got messed around a bit after the flight here and everything.”

“Right,” Holly breathed, wondering why the hell she’d slept so long. She wasn’t fighting an illness or something, was she? No, of course not. She was a vampire now. They didn’t get sick, according to Justin. But Dante had said something about her needing a lot of blood for a while, and still being in the turn. Perhaps that was the reason for her long sleep. Perhaps the nanos had been finishing the repairs to her brain.

Or perhaps banging Justin all night in her dreams had been exhausting, a naughty part of her mind taunted. Holly choked that little voice in her head and tried to think about something to talk about that wouldn’t lead her to thoughts of her dreams. She continued to try to think of something until they were on the freeway, and finally said, “So, tell me about your parents.”

Holly had considered it from every angle and was quite satisfied that it was a safe question to ask. Certainly, thoughts of her own parents never led anywhere near sex. As far as she was concerned, her parents did not have sex anymore. At least, she didn’t want to think they did, and even the possibility that they might was a complete turnoff.

“What do you want to know?” he asked after a hesitation.

“I don’t know,” Holly murmured. She’d really only asked the question to get her mind off of sex, but now found herself curious and asked, “Were they both born immortal?”

“My father was born immortal,” he said. “He’s an offshoot of the Verdis.”

“What’s that?” she asked curiously.

“The Verdi family, one of the original ancestors who came out of Atlantis,” he explained. “My father’s mother was a daughter of Maximus Verdi, one of the few who survived the fall of Atlantis. She met my grandfather, Niall Brice, a mortal Irishman around nine fifty A.D. He was taken by the Vikings in a raid as a boy. My grandmother bought him, found she couldn’t read him, realized that he was her life mate, set him free, educated him, and when he was old enough, turned and married him. I gather they switched back and forth between the name Verdi and Brice after that. Spending ten years as Verdis and then ten as Brices.”

“Why?” Holly asked at once. “Why switch names at all?”

“We don’t age,” he pointed out solemnly. “To hide that fact, our people have traditionally had to move every ten years or so. They usually change at least their last names as well. Trading back and forth between Verdi and Brice honored both my grandmother’s family and my grandfather’s.”

“Oh,” Holly murmured and wondered if she and James would have to switch between his last name of Bosley and her maiden name of McCord.

“Anyway,” Justin continued, “My father, Aidan Verdi Brice, was born fifty years later.” He was silent for a moment as he negotiated his way off the freeway and then continued. “My mother wasn’t born until the late thirteen hundreds though, as I mentioned. Like my grandfather, she was mortal. Matild Blount. She was the daughter of a shopkeeper,” he added with a smile. “When Father turned and married her, they switched between the names Brice and Blount.”

“No Verdi?” she asked.

Justin shook his head. “I gather my father didn’t like his grandfather, Maximus Verdi. From what he’s said, the man was a bit of an arrogant ass.”

“Ah,” Holly said, and then asked, “And where does the Bricker come in?”

“Brice is Irish for Brick,” he said with a wry smile. “And when my parents moved to America they thought it would be nice to use a more American name, so Brice . . . Brick . . .”

“Bricker,” she said with him, and then smiled. “What are they like?”

She was a little more than curious about that. He was talking about people who were older than America, for heaven’s sake. She didn’t expect them to be like normal people. Well, normal mortal people, anyway.

Justin was silent for a minute and then shrugged helplessly. “They’re a nice, happy couple who love each other and their children and do their best to be good people.”

“Hmmm.” Holly pursed her lips at that. The description sounded like an average everyday couple to her, and it just didn’t seem to her that people who had lived as long as Justin’s parents had could be nice and normal.

“Here we are,” Justin announced suddenly, and Holly glanced out the window to see that they were turning into a driveway that wound through what appeared to be a forest of trees. She eyed the woods they drove through curiously, amazed to find they went on for more than a couple hundred feet before giving way to a large front lawn. But a quick glance showed her that the same woods appeared to surround the clearing where the house and manicured lawn sat.

“So are the woods to keep people out or in?” she asked dryly.

“Out,” he assured her. “Mom and Dad haven’t had to move for decades thanks to those woods. Neighbors can’t see who lives here and don’t notice they aren’t aging. They can just stay here, changing the land title every fifty years or so to be sure that some government worker doesn’t notice anything that might seem fishy to a mortal.”

“Clever,” she decided, shifting her attention to the house itself. It was a very large one-story stucco building painted a sand color. Elegant arches gave way to what appeared to be a shady terrace that ran along the front of the house, giving glimpses of darkened windows in the late afternoon as the sun made its downward journey.

“There was another house here when I was born,” Justin said as he parked the car to the side of the driveway. “They tore it down and built this one about ten years ago.”

Holly nodded at that, and opened her door to get out. She had just straightened in the V between the car and the door when a bark made her glance toward the house. Spotting the large bear of a dog barreling toward them, she released a startled squeal and threw herself back inside the car, pulling the door closed firmly as she went.

Thirteen

Justin peered from the dog galloping toward him to where Holly had been standing a moment ago, and then bent to look into the front seat to see her staring out, wide-eyed with terror.

“Holly, what—?” he began with bewilderment. Then he heard his mother’s shout of warning and instinctively turned just as Samson reached him. Unprepared for 120 pounds of dog hitting him in the chest, Justin went down like a pin under a bowling ball, his back hitting the ground hard to the sound of Holly’s hysterical shrieks.

“Samson! Cut it out! Dammit Samson!” Worried by the alien, high ululating sounds now coming from Holly, Justin tried to push the amorous dog off of him to get up, but Samson was determined to lick his face. He’d pushed the big black beast away and started to sit up, only to be knocked back as the dog crawled onto his chest to try to get in another lick.

“Yes, hello,” Justin muttered, pushing the dog’s head away again. “What the devil’s wrong with you? You have better manners than this.”

“Octavius! Heel,” his mother barked, and the dog immediately leapt off of Justin and moved to sit beside Matild Bricker.

“Octavius?” Justin asked with surprise, sitting up in the dirt to eye the dog with amazement. The last time he’d seen Octavius was six or seven months ago. The dog had been a fluffy little ball of black fur then. Born half the weight of his littermates, he hadn’t been expected to live, but Justin had been visiting when Octavius’s mother had given birth and he’d nursed the little guy, bottle-feeding him several times a day. By the time he’d left, the dog had doubled in weight and been as happy and exuberant as his brothers and sisters.

“He’s grown a bit,” his mother said dryly, bending to pet the dog, who sat quivering excitedly beside her, his adoring gaze firmly on Justin. “And he’s usually very well behaved for a puppy, but it looks like he remembers you.”

“This is really Octavius?” Justin asked with disbelief as he got to his feet and brushed himself down.

“It is,” his mother assured him with a faint smile. “Eight months old and he weighs more than his father, Samson, now.”

Shaking his head, Justin moved forward to pet the big fellow, smiling with pride at how well the puppy had turned out. It had been worth every bottle-feeding, he decided now.

“Perhaps you should look after your friend,” his mother said solemnly. “I’ll take Octavius to the kennels while she’s here.”

“Oh, but I wanted her to meet the dogs,” Justin protested, glancing back to the car and frowning when he saw Holly’s clenched expression through the car window. Honest to God, she had the same expression Lucian and Leigh’s babies got when they were dropping a particularly hard dirty in their diaper. He wouldn’t have been surprised to hear she was taking a dump on the front seat.

“She’s not taking a dump on your front seat,” his mother assured him on a laugh, and then in more solemn tones said, “But she is terrified, Justin. Why on earth didn’t you call ahead and tell me that she was terrified of dogs? I would have made sure they were all in the kennel before you got here.”

“She’s not terrified of dogs,” he said, turning to his mother with surprise. “She loves them.”

Matild Bricker looked dubious at this claim and then turned back to peer at Holly. After a moment, she shook her head. “I don’t know who told you that girl loves dogs, but they were wrong. She was mauled by a pack of wild dogs at three and has been terrified of them ever since.”

“What?” he squawked with dismay.

His mother nodded, and then turned away, patting her leg. Octavius immediately obeyed the silent order and stood to follow her. But he also glanced back forlornly at Justin as he went, obviously unhappy about leaving him behind.

Mind racing, Justin watched until his mother and Octavius had walked out of sight around the house, and then turned slowly to the car to peer at Holly. Now that Octavius was gone, she looked a touch calmer. Not more than a touch though. She was as white as a sheet and even from where he stood, he could see that she was shaking.

Holly so did not love dogs, he acknowledged grimly. Anders had definitely got that wrong.

Sighing, he opened the driver’s door and slid back behind the steering wheel.

“Close the door. The dog might come back,” Holly said at once.

Justin dutifully closed the door, then turned sideways in his seat to take her hands. “It’s okay, Holly. Octavius would never hurt you. I promise.”

“But he attacked you,” she protested. “He—”

“No, honey, he was just excited to see me,” he assured her. “And I wasn’t ready for all of his weight coming at me at once.”

“But—”

“Look,” he interrupted, holding out his hands and arms and turning them over. “No bite marks or scratches. He just wanted to lick me in greeting, honey.” As she looked him over, he added, “I bottle-fed Octavius as a pup. He apparently recognized me and was happy to see me, that’s all.”

“Oh,” Holly whispered.

Justin remained silent as she obviously tried to gather herself.

After a moment, she seemed almost her normal self again. At least, she stopped shaking and some color had come back to her cheeks when she offered him an embarrassed smile and muttered, “Sorry, I must have sounded like a crazy person.”

“No,” Justin lied. She really had been screaming like a loon. And he didn’t know what the hell that one alien noise she’d been making had been, it had sounded to his ears like half shriek and half mindless twitter. Yeah, she’d definitely sounded crazy. Pushing that thought aside, he cleared his throat and said, “My mother says you were mauled by dogs as a little girl.”

She nodded her head jerkily, concentrating on taking deep breaths now.

“But Anders told me you love dogs.”

That startled her and she turned to him with surprise. “Why would he say that? I told him about being mauled as a kid.”

Justin’s head went back slightly at this news. There was no way the man could have mistaken “I was mauled by dogs as a child,” for “Gosh I love dogs.” His brain ticked that over briefly and then he asked, “What about picnics?”

“What?” she asked with confusion.

“Do you like picnics, but just not on the beach? Or—”

“Actually, I’m not keen on anything to do with nature,” she admitted apologetically. “Eighteen years in a tent made me a definite city girl. I like four walls and a bathroom . . . and tables and chairs and a bed,” she added firmly.

“Right.” Justin nodded slowly. “And flowers?”

“No,” she said with a grimace. “They make me think of death ever since starting at the cemetery.”

“I can see how that could be,” he said grimly. “What about wine? Do you like wine?”

She wrinkled her nose. “Wine is just vinegar with a fancy name.”

“Fish?” he queried.

“Can’t stand it, head on or off,” she admitted, and then added, “Well, unless it’s battered and deep fried. I do like fish-and-chips-type fish. Just can’t stand the rest of it.”

“Right,” Justin said wearily, lifting his hands to massage his temples.

Holly eyed him curiously, and then suddenly asked, “Did Anders say I liked all those things?”

He nodded grimly.

“Wow,” she said with a frown. “I wonder why. I mean I told them all of this stuff that day in the restaurant while you were off on your walk.”

“I know why,” Justin said grimly. He was also pretty sure Decker had been in on the deal as well. The two had been messing with him. Paying him back for the hard time he’d given each of them when they’d met their life mates. The bastards were probably sitting in Canada right now laughing their asses off as they imagined him trying to woo Holly with everything she hated. Payback was indeed a bitch, he thought grimly.

“Why?” Holly asked when he didn’t explain himself.

Rather than answer, Justin opened his door and got out. “Come on. They’ve put the dog in the kennel. It’s safe.”

Holly didn’t exactly rush to follow him, but after a hesitation, she did open her car door and get out. After braving a couple of steps though, she paused and said, “I feel terrible that they had to put the dog away. Maybe I should just wait here in the car while you visit with your parents.”

Translation, she couldn’t see the dogs but knew they were here somewhere and was terrified enough that she’d rather sit in the car and wait then come inside. Feeling terrible about the dog having to be put away was just an excuse, he knew.

Pausing, he turned and moved back to take her arm.

“It’s okay,” Justin assured her quietly, urging her forward. “I won’t let anyone or anything hurt you. Besides, Holly, you’re not a helpless three-year-old child anymore. You’re an immortal. You could have snapped Octavius’s neck, or ripped his jaw in half had he attacked you,” he pointed out, and then added quickly, “Not that he would. He only jumped on me to try to lick my face. My parents’ dogs aren’t vicious.”

“Dogs?” she asked worriedly. “Like more than one?”

“It’s all right, dear.”

Justin glanced forward to see that his mother had returned and was waiting in the shade of the terrace.

“Leave her with me and go greet your father,” she suggested. “I’ll take care of her.”

Justin smiled his relief at his mother. “Thank you. Mom, this is Holly. Holly, this is my mother.”

“Hello,” Holly said politely, holding out her hand as they joined her.

His mother grinned at the politely offered hand and then took it to pull Holly into her arms for a hug. “Welcome to the family, dear.”

Justin’s eyes widened in horror and he shook his head quickly while running his hand across his throat in a slicing action. His mother arched an eyebrow in question at the gesture and then glanced down with surprise when Holly pulled quickly back.

“What?” she squawked, wide eyes flying between Justin and his mother.

“Holly is a friend, mother,” Justin said quickly. “A very married friend.”

Now it was his mother’s turn to peer from Holly to him wide-eyed as she squawked, “What?”

Justin heaved a sigh, and then simply said, “Mother, read my mind.”

His mother arched a surprised eyebrow at the request. He supposed it had something to do with the fact that he was usually complaining when she read his mind. But then she shrugged and concentrated on his forehead. A moment passed, then another, and then she let her hands drop and stepped to the side.

“Your father is in his study,” she said quietly. “You go ahead. I’ll take Holly to the kitchen for some coffee and cookies.”

“Thank you,” Justin said quietly and then turned to Holly. “Will you be all right?”

“Of course, she will,” his mother assured him, slipping her arm around Holly and turning toward the house. “Go on and see your father,” she suggested. “We’ll be waiting in the kitchen.

Justin watched his mother lead Holly inside and toward the back of the house and then followed them in and headed for the study.

“So you breed dogs for a living, Mrs. Bricker?” Holly asked, staring out the kitchen window at a large kennel with half a dozen huge-looking, bear-like black dogs either resting or playing inside.

“Call me Mattie,” Justin’s mother instructed. “Mrs. Bricker makes me feel so old. Which I am, of course, but no one wants to feel that way.”

Holly turned to peer at the other woman curiously. Matild Bricker was a tall, statuesque blonde who looked no more than twenty-two or -three with her ponytail, jeans, and T-shirt. Despite knowing that immortals all looked in their mid-twenties, it was still difficult to believe that Justin was her son. Actually, it was difficult to believe what her eyes were seeing when she looked at her. The woman talked like a much older woman than her looks suggested and the contrast was continually confusing to the mind. Holly watched the other woman carry a tray of coffee and cookies to the table beside her.

“As for the dogs, they’re more a passion than a living.” Matild Bricker set down her tray and then straightened and glanced out the window at the kenneled animals. “Dogs are wonderful creatures. They never judge, don’t care what you look like, how smart you are, or how much money you have. They just love you and want you to love them.”

Holly turned to peer out at the dogs again.

“The only sad thing is that they have such short life spans,” Matild added on a sigh. “Much shorter than humans, whom I don’t like nearly as much.”

The words surprised a laugh from Holly and she turned to glance at Justin’s mother with amusement. “Is that a little anti-mortal sentiment I detect?”

Matild Bricker shook her head and pointed out, “I did say humans, not mortals. Both mortals and immortals can be complete shites at times.”

Holly chuckled at that and moved to sit at the table as Justin’s mother did. She then grimaced and admitted, “That’s kind of depressing. I was rather hoping immortals might be a little more impressive than mortals. I’d think after living so long, they’d . . .”

“Be better versions of themselves?” Matild suggested when she hesitated.

Holly nodded.

“Sadly, age doesn’t always mean wisdom,” Matild said solemnly. “Some do improve with age, shedding the rough edges of youth and growing into good people. But others . . .” She shrugged. “Depending on their experiences, immortals can get twisted up by time and events and go rogue. That’s why we need men like Justin out there.” Patting her hand gently, she added, “Immortals are no better than mortals as people, Holly. They just have longer to make mistakes. Fortunately, they often also have the time to fix those mistakes.”

Holly was silent for a moment as she doctored the coffee Mrs. Bricker set before her and then she glanced at her and said, “You’re being very kind to me, considering.”

“Considering what?” Matild asked.

“Considering your son used his one turn on me and may now never get to claim his true life mate,” she said solemnly.

Matild smiled faintly. “But you are his true life mate, dear.”

Holly shook her head firmly. “I’m not. I’m married. And I don’t intend to break my vows.”

“Then Justin may have to wait until your husband passes,” Matild said with a shrug. “Fortunately, he is young. Very young for finding his life mate. Few are that lucky. If he has to wait fifty years or so for you, he can do it. We’ll help him through it.”

Holly sat back, a confusion of thoughts running through her head at those words. The reference to James’s someday passing actually hurt her heart. He had always been a part of her life. She couldn’t imagine a life without him in it. But aside from that, she didn’t understand why this woman was so certain she was Justin’s life mate. Decker and Anders hadn’t seemed to think so. They’d seemed to think he was deluded.

“Would this be the same Decker and Anders who told my son that you love dogs, cats, wine, fish, flowers, picnics, nature shows, and everything to do with nature?” Matild asked mildly as she fixed her own coffee.

Holly stared at her with surprise, and then realized that the woman had read her mind. It was a bit disconcerting when these immortals did that and she couldn’t wait to learn to block them from doing it.

“Yes,” she said finally.

“Then is it not possible that they were lying about your being his life mate as well?” Matild asked.

“Why would they do that?” Holly asked. “And why are you so sure that I’m a possible life mate to Justin?”

Matild hesitated, her head turned toward the door as if she were listening to something from another room that Holly couldn’t hear, and then a frown flickered briefly on her face as she said with distraction, “Because I’ve read both your minds and you’re perfect for him, dear.”

Holly’s mouth tightened at the claim. It made her wonder what the woman had found in her mind that made her think she was perfect for her son.

“Oh.” Mattie clucked under her tongue and stood up to move back to the coffeepot. Pouring two more cups, she carried them toward the door saying, “I’m just going to take the boys some coffee and check on them. Have a cookie. I baked them myself.”

“It is the most ridiculous situation,” Justin growled, pacing his father’s study like a caged tiger. “She is my life mate. I’ve turned her. But I can’t claim her. And I’m not even allowed to tell her what I can offer her as her life mate. How great it will be. About the life mate sex, and the shared pleasure, and the shared sexual dreams and the—”

“Justin, life mates share a good deal more than sex.”

Justin whirled toward the door at those short words from his mother, and watched with resentment as she entered carrying coffee.

“I was talking to Dad, Mom,” he growled with irritation.

“Actually, you were talking to both of us,” she announced dryly, pushing a coffee at him before moving on to deliver the other to his father as she continued, “You were complaining so loudly it was impossible for me not to hear, and your voice was growing in volume. I thought I’d better come inform you of that before Holly overheard your whining.”

“I wasn’t whining,” Justin muttered and then grimaced because he knew he had been and said, “Well, if I was, I deserve to, don’t you think? This situation is some kind of hell.”

Sighing, Matild turned from giving his father his coffee and eyed him sympathetically. “I know it must seem so to you right now. But the situation isn’t as dire as you’ve convinced yourself.”

“The hell it isn’t,” he argued with amazement. “My life mate is married. I can’t claim her.”

“You are forgetting one thing,” his mother said solemnly.

“What’s that?” he asked shortly.

“That you only can’t claim her yet,” she said, and then pointed out, “You do have one very large advantage over her husband, son, and that is time. You are immortal. He is not. All you have to do is be patient and wait for him to die of old age or whatever end Death deals him and she will be yours.”

Justin stared at her blankly for a moment and then exploded. “Are you insane?”

Matild blinked in surprise and then gave a short laugh. “No, I don’t think so. But then they do say if you think you’re crazy you’re not, so perhaps if you think you’re sane you’re really crazy.” When he didn’t even smile at her words, she sighed and asked, “What is wrong with my reasoning?”

“You must be joking,” he said grimly. “There is no damned way I can just sit by and wait fifty or sixty years for that bastard husband of hers to die.”

“Why not?” she asked reasonably.

“She sleeps with him,” he snapped, furious at the thought of having to stand idly by imagining Holly sharing a bed with her husband for fifty years or so. He couldn’t do it. She was his.

“He has a point, Mattie,” his father said solemnly.

“Oh . . . yes . . . I see,” she said with a frown, and then brightened suddenly. “But darling, you are forgetting something else.”

“What’s that?” he asked dubiously. Certainly the last thing she’d claimed he’d forgotten had not been terribly helpful.

“She is immortal now. He is not. She will be able to read his mind and you know how impossible it is to live with someone when their every thought is open to you.”

That one had possibilities, he admitted. But . . . “She can’t read minds yet.”

“Then I suggest that is the very next thing you teach her,” his mother said firmly.

Justin hesitated and then asked, “But what if I teach her to read minds and she can’t read him? What if he’s a possible life mate for her too?”

Her expression turned somber at that question and then she simply asked, “Do you not think it is better to find that out as quickly as you can, so that you can move on if it is the case?”

“The chances that her husband is a possible life mate to her too are pretty slim,” his father said reassuringly.

“Are they?” Justin asked. “They grew up together. Have all the same experiences, and have loved each other all their lives.” He paced across the room restlessly and then whirled back to ask, “Just how the hell do nanos decide who would be your perfect mate?”

“I don’t know,” his father admitted quietly.

Sadly, Justin didn’t know either . . . and that worried him.