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“But you liked the pastry shop, and the magic act, and the studio.”
“Yes, when I was still in the honeymoon phase, and everything was new and shiny and exciting,” I agreed. “But as soon as things got difficult … or caught fire, I gave up and came home to plan my next adventure. But this time, even when things completely disintegrated and it seemed as if I’d never get home, I was having the time of my life. I think I’ve finally found the thing that I’m good at, and it combines all of the things I learned while doing the things I wasn’t so good at.”
“What?”
I chuckled. “It turns out that to be a good vampire chauffeur, you need the skills of a failed photographer, an understudy yacht mechanic, a well-trained waitress, a taxi driver, and a magician’s assistant.”
“Oh, Miranda.” She sighed, her lip trembling. “I didn’t ever want to make you feel that you’ve failed. And I know I’m hard on you sometimes. It’s just, well, I could always count on you when you were younger; your antics used to keep everything so lively. I was always proud of Glenn, but you were the one who kept your daddy and me talking.”
I snorted. “I’ll bet.”
“No, when we were worrying about you, we hardly noticed that we worked too many hours and hadn’t had any real time together since our honeymoon. And when you grew up and started all of these wild adventures, I suppose I grasped onto that as something we could fuss over together. And when we got you to come home, and you were working for us …”
“You worried about me full-time?” I suggested dryly.
“I didn’t mean to make you feel like a failure. Really. I was just so used to keeping my eye on you that it became a habit.”
“That is extremely unhealthy, Mom. And close supervision doesn’t mean I won’t do anything stupid.”
“I’m starting to see that, considering Glenn’s Booby Hatch issue.” She sniffed, swiping at her eyes. “So when do you go back to work?”
“I don’t know, but I may have just quit.”
“Well, that’s a first for you.”
I gnawed on my lips. “I know. But I’m going to keep at it. Even if I don’t work for Iris again, I’m going to stay in this field. I really like working with vampires.”
“Tell me what he was like.”
“Who?”
She smirked, pushing my hair back from my face. “The man who has you standing still for more than five minutes altogether.”
“I’ve been asleep for the last sixteen hours, Mom.”
“Don’t be obtuse, sweetheart,” she griped. “You have intentionally avoided talking about your client every time I’ve asked about him. And I don’t believe it’s because of some silly confidentiality agreement you signed for Iris. Now, tell me about Mr. Sutherland.”
“He was … contrary. He wanted things done exactly his way, or he became all stern and cranky. He gave me sixteen pages of rules and requirements before we even left his driveway.”
“And you always do so well with rules and requirements.”
“I drove him nuts from the moment the engine started. But eventually, I think he liked it. And Lord, I liked doing it, just because it made him break out of his stuffy persona and smile.”
“A good smile?” Mom asked, teasing.
I nodded.
“So why are you here instead of out there with him?”
“He—I just—it …” I sighed. “It wouldn’t have worked out. Like you said, he wasn’t my type.”
“That’s a silly reason. Your type usually looks like some of the clients coming through our offices. In fact, some of your boyfriends have been clients at our offices.”
“Easy,” I told her in a warning tone. “Don’t backtrack on this touching moment.”
She tilted her head, and once again, I was grateful that I’d never been on the receiving end of Mom’s questions on the witness stand. “If you saw him again, what would you do?”
I grumbled into my pillow but eventually admitted, “Jump him.”
