It takes me a moment to find my voice. “Where thehellis he then?”
“I…” Another pause. “I can’t see that. It’s like it’s fuzzy. Like there’s something in the way. All I know is he is alive, and he misses you and your mom.” She blows out a breath. “That’s all. That’s all I see about him right now.” I hear the exhaustion in her tone. I know the visions sometimes take a lot out of her physically as well as emotionally.
“What about Dexter?”
“Trusthim, honey. Seriously. He’s a soul in pain equal to yours. You’re each other’s remedies.”
“He’s a vampire.”
“I know. But he’s still a man. And he’s a damned good man.”
I’m still trying to process everything she just told me. “Please don’t tell anyone else about what you said about my dad. Not even Garrett. Not yet.”
“Maybe we could help you search—”
“No.” I feel…numb. “Mom died loving him. If you’re right, and he is still alive, why didn’t he find us?” Mom never changed her name or used fake names for me. If he is alive, and he’d really wanted to, he could’ve found us.
If Amber’s even right.
Maybe she’s not.
“Okay. I promise I won’t tell Garrett.Yet.”
“Thanks. I-I’ll talk to you later.”
I lie there, staring out my wall of windows looking out over Tucson. I wish I could say it’s Amber’s prediction about Dexter that has me shook, but no.
Not today.
I don’t want to get my hopes up, either. Because if my father is alive…why wouldn’t Dad come find us?
Now I wish I hadn’t agreed to facilitate this meeting tonight. What I want to do is…
What,exactly?
All I have is a sorta-psychic saying he’s alive. Not where he is. Hell, I don’t even have a picture of him.
I realize the ring’s in my hand, but I have no conscious memory of pulling it out from under the T-shirt I slept in last night.
The only three people I would feel reasonably comfortable talking to about this are all, ironically, asleep until sunset.
Nowwhat do I do?
I’ve never felt more alone and adrift than I do at this moment. I should get up and decide what to wear, not that I have a lot of choices.
Then…
Hmm.
Maybe tonight would be a good night to break out the Jimmy Choos. They aren’t called fuck-me pumps without good reason.
Because maybe I would like to see what it feels like to get laid by a vampire. And spanked by one. At least once in my life, I’d like to try it. Especially with one I know I can trust not to overpower me or violate my limits.
A handsome one full of heartbreak.
I damned sure needsomethingto take my mind off the revelation Amber dropped into my lap.
I think Dexter Van Sussex could be the perfect something.
