Night's Touch (24 page)

"Call us tomorrow night, dear," Brenna said.

"I will."

Rising, with Cara still cradled to his chest, Vince followed her parents out of the hospital.

"I don't like it," Roshan said, watching Vince pull out of the parking lot. "I don't like it one damn bit."

"Unfortunately, she's old enough to do as she pleases," Brenna said.

"Maybe you could put a spell on him," Roshan muttered. "Turn him into a lizard or a toad."

Brenna laughed softly. "It's too late for that. She loves him."

"And what happens when she finally realizes what he is?"

"Who can say? Either it won't matter, or it'll break her heart. All we can do is be there for her when the time comes."

Roshan shook his head. Women! Old or young, there was no understanding any of them. "Come on, wife," he said, slipping his arm around her waist. "Let's go home."

Vince refused to let Cara walk. When they reached her house, he carried her inside, undressed her, and put her to bed. He gave her a glass of warm milk to relax her, then sat beside her, her hand lightly clasped in his.

He glanced at the curtained window, sensing the approach of dawn. Soon he would have to either leave or risk spending the day in her house.

She made the decision for him.

"Stay the night with me," she said. "I don't want to be alone."

"Sure, darlin'." He brushed a kiss across her brow. "But I'll have to leave early."

"I don't care."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he removed his boots and socks, stood to remove his jeans, and then crawled in beside her. It was only a few hours until dawn, but he cherished every minute he could spend with her.

She snuggled against him, her head resting on his shoulder, one arm curved over his waist.

Her eyelids fluttered down, and she was asleep.

Vince slipped his arm around her. It scared him to think how close he had come to losing her. Had he arrived a few minutes later, there was no telling what might have happened.

He wrapped a lock of her hair around his hand, inhaling the flowery aroma, along with the scent of her skin. Her blood. It called to him, warm and sweet. For the first time, he thought about bringing her across. He wouldn't have to worry about losing her then.

He stared up at the ceiling. Because Mara had made him, he could move about during the day. Would his blood have the same effect on Cara, or would she have to get it directly from Mara?

His gaze caressed the face of the woman sleeping beside him. She was beautiful now; as a vampire, she would be radiant.

Even as he let himself imagine what it would be like if she joined him, he knew she wouldn't agree. Her parents were vampires. She'd had time to accept the idea, had made peace with them, but she had never mentioned accepting the Dark Gift for herself; never, as far as he knew, had she even wondered what it would be like. Indeed, though she had accepted that her parents were vampires, she was still repelled by the whole idea.

What would she say, what would she do when she learned the truth about him? Should he leave her now, go without a word before she found out? Would it be kinder in the long run to let her think he had only been toying with her affections or tell her the truth?

He blew out a heavy sigh. Either way, she was bound to hate him.

She was dreaming and she knew she was dreaming, but she couldn't stop, couldn't wake up. The men who had accosted her were dead and yet, in her dream, they surrounded her, their eyes filled with menace as their hands reached for her. They dragged her out of her car and threw her on the ground. One held a knife at her throat while another bent over her, his foul breath making her sick to her stomach. He was lowering himself onto her when a large black wolf appeared out of nowhere. With a low growl, the wolf attacked the men, ripping out their throats, lapping at their blood…

She woke with a scream on her lips, her body bathed in perspiration.

"Cara, shh, it's all right, I'm here."

She blinked at the man beside her, her heart pounding like a wild thing. For a moment, one strange moment, she thought she was staring at the wolf from her nightmare.

"Vince!" With a cry, she flung herself into his arms.

"It's all right, darlin'. It was just a bad dream."

She nodded, her arms tight around him. "But it was so real."

He brushed her hair away from her face and then lightly stroked her back. "I'm here."

She looked up at him, her beautiful blue eyes wide and scared. "Don't leave me, Vince. Promise me you'll never leave me."

"I'll always be here, darlin'," he promised. "For as long as you want me around."

She kissed his cheek, and then she smiled. "Then you'll always be here."

Vince was gone when Cara woke in the morning. Sitting up, she pressed the pillow he had used to her face and sighed as she breathed in his now-familiar scent. She had it bad, she thought. Really bad, when just the thought of him brought a smile to her face and caused her heart to pound as if she'd just run a marathon.

Last night he had promised he would never leave her… happiness welled inside her, and then she was overcome with a wave of guilt. What right did she have to be so happy when Di Giorgio was lying in the hospital in intensive care?

Rising, she took a quick shower, dressed, had breakfast, and drove to the hospital. When she reached intensive care, the nurse advised her that Frank had been moved to a private room on the second floor.

Cara thanked the nurse and took the elevator down to the second floor. She found Di Giorgio sitting up in bed reading the newspaper. Bouquets of flowers and baskets of fruit occupied every inch of available space.

He looked up when she entered the room. "Miss DeLongpre."

Cara shook her head. "Honestly, Frank," she said as she drew a chair closer to the bed, "don't you think it's time you called me Cara?"

"I'm surprised you're speaking to me at all," he muttered bleakly.

"What are you talking about?"

"I failed you." He shook his head, his eyes filled with self-condemnation. "The first time you really needed me, and I failed you. Maybe it's time I retired."

"You didn't fail me. I'd probably be dead now if it wasn't for you."

He snorted softly. "And I'd be dead if it wasn't for whoever, or whatever, jumped those hoods."

Cara frowned. What did he mean, "whatever"? "It was Vince," she said.

"If you say so."

"What are you talking about? I saw him."

"If you say so. Whatever I saw had eyes as red as hell-fire. And it growled." He shook his head. "I could have imagined it, I guess."

"You must have," Cara said, but even as she spoke the words, she remembered standing on the balcony of her bedroom and seeing a pair of red eyes staring up at her from the yard below. "I'm so sorry this happened."

"I'm sorry I let you down."

Cara shook her head. The man had been shot while protecting her and he felt he had failed. "If you hadn't been there, it would have been a lot worse. Now, stop blaming yourself and just get better."

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Yes, ma'am."

"Do you need anything, Frank?"

"Are you kidding? Your father's taking good care of me. I told him I was well enough to go home, but he told me to stay put for a day or two. Not only that, but he's having all my meals catered so I don't have to eat hospital food." He snorted softly. "I get new flowers or a fruit basket every hour. I've had so many, the nurses are giving them to other patients. In addition to all that, your father gave me a raise."

Cara smiled, pleased that Frank was being well taken care of. She had come to the hospital expecting to find him at death's door; instead, he looked as strong and fit as ever.

Rising, she took his hand and gave it a squeeze. "If there's anything I can do for you, let me know."

He nodded. "Thanks for coming."

"I'm sure my folks will be by later tonight," she said, and wondered if Frank knew that his employers were vampires.

Di Giorgio nodded. "You be careful out there."

"I will."

After pulling out of the hospital parking lot, Cara glanced in her rearview mirror. For the first time in years, Di Giorgio wasn't behind her. It seemed odd not to have him following her. For years, she had thought it was foolish of her parents to insist she have a bodyguard. Now that he was gone, she felt suddenly vulnerable—and guilty. Frank Di Giorgio was in the hospital and it was all her fault.

At home again, she called a florist, and even though Frank didn't need any more flowers, she ordered a bouquet to be sent to his room. And then, knowing he had a sweet tooth, she called the best candy store in the city and asked them to send him a two-pound box of assorted chocolates. It wasn't much, but it made her feel better.

After kicking off her shoes, she opened a couple of windows, then took the trash outside and dumped it in the barrel, only to hurry back inside when she heard the phone ringing.

She grabbed the receiver, hoping it was Vince, felt her heart skip a beat when she heard his voice.

"Hey, darlin', where've you been? I've been calling you all morning."

"Oh, I went over to the hospital to see Frank."

"How's he doing?"

"He looks fine. He's in a private room."

"How are you?"

"I'm okay."

"You sure?"

"Yes." She smiled into the receiver. "Will I see you later?"

"You bet."

She heard the sound of a horn honking in the background.

"Blast, I've got to go," Vince said. "I've got a customer. I'll see you soon."

"All right. Bye."

"Bye, darlin'."

Sarah Beth's eyes widened in horror when Cara told her what had happened the night before.

"You could have been killed! Or worse! Are you all right?" Sarah Beth's narrow-eyed gaze moved over Cara from top to bottom. "You must have been terrified!" she exclaimed.

"That doesn't even come close to describing it."

"That's some bodyguard you've got. You could have been killed."

"Bethy, he got shot twice trying to save me. He could have been killed, too, you know. Both of us might have been killed if Vince hadn't come home when he did."

Sarah Beth sighed. "Who says there are no more knights in shining armor?"

Cara shook her head. "Honestly, Bethy, you find romance in everything."

"You mean to tell me you aren't impressed with the man? He shows up out of nowhere to save you in the nick of time, just like the Seventh Cavalry."

Cara laughed. "Make up your mind, girlfriend. Is he a chivalrous knight or a brave soldier?"

"I think he's both, don't you?"

"Yes," Cara admitted, "I do." A dark, violent part of her wished she had seen him fighting off the thugs who had accosted her, but it had been too dark to see anything clearly. She suddenly remembered that Frank had told her he heard a growl. Now that she thought about it, she was sure she had heard one, too. Probably just a dog.

Sarah Beth hugged her. "I'm just glad you're all right. Listen, why don't you and Mr. Macho come over Monday night? We could have dinner and go to a movie."