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Jake joined her on the sidewalk, her bag slung over his shoulder. “It's that, if nothing else,” he said and motioned her forward. “I would still rather be stuck in our paint peeling office than here for the rest of my life."
She glanced back at him as she climbed the steps. “Have you told Mary this?" The doorman nodded a greeting at them both and opened the door. The warmth of the lobby swirled around her, rich with the scents of freshly-baked bread and strawberries. Her stomach rumbled a reminder that she hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday.
Jake touched her back, guiding her through the doors. “Yes. She's just not listening—as usual." The lobby was pale yellow and cream and dominated by a huge chandelier that hung in the center of the room. The delicate chains of crystal glittered like gold in the warm yellow light and spun fingers of light through the entire lobby. Under this, on a carved mahogany table, sat the biggest bunch of flowers she'd ever seen. But their pale pinks and greens offset the golden glow of the room and counterbalanced the fiery red cushions that were scattered about on the various chairs.
"This is nice,” she murmured, running her fingers across the top of one of the plush velvet chairs.
"This is expensive,” Jake replied. “And I've put you in our top room."
"You can't—"
"I can,” he interrupted. “And I have. No arguments. Consider this little slice of luxury a Christmas gift. I've booked you in for a couple of weeks, so if you want to stay and do some touristy stuff after we solve this case, you're quite welcome to."
He sounded awfully confident that they would solve it, even though past experience had taught them both nothing was ever as simple as it seemed. She leaned forward and planted a kiss on his leathery cheek.
“You don't have to bribe me to get me to stay, you know. All you have to do is ask." He smiled. “I thought you might have wanted to spend your first Christmas alone with Michael."
"He wasn't sure whether he was going to make it home in time or not.” She shrugged and tried to hide the familiar sense of disappointment. “Besides, Christmas is a time for families—and you and Mary are all the family I have. I was planning to come out here, anyway."
"Good.” He stopped at the desk and signed her in.
"There's a message for you, Mr. Morgan.” The receptionist handed him a slip of paper along with the room keys.
Jake scanned the note quickly and grinned as he handed it across. “Looks like you might be celebrating Christmas with Michael after all."
Her hands were actually trembling as she took the paper and read it. I'll be there by ten, it said. Tell Nikki not to do anything until I arrive. Disappointment, and just a little anger, shot through her. She crushed the paper into a ball and tossed it into the nearby waste basket. Why hadn't he left something for her? He knew she was here—even a
“can't wait to see you again” would have been nice.
She forced a smile and glanced up at Jake. “Let's go up and meet your friend." He frowned, blue eyes concerned. “You sure you don't want to wait for Michael?"
"Do you think we can afford to?"
"Well, no, but—"
"No buts,” she said with a smile. “Besides, all I'm going to do is see if I can trace her through her possessions. It won't make a difference if he's here or not." Which was not exactly the truth, especially if her abilities took her into this woman's mind and made her share her experiences. Michael had once warned her she could lose herself if she wasn't very careful. So doing this alone, when he wasn't there to pull her out, was more than just a little dangerous. But she wasn't about to tell Jake that.
He still looked doubtful, but guided her toward the elevator. “If the Feds are still with Mark, it might be wise to try to find Dale in your room."
"It might be better to do that anyway,” she commented as the doors closed. “The Feds certainly won't want us involved in the case.” And she certainly didn't want them walking into the middle of everything—especially if things went wrong.
Jake nodded. “In that case, I'll escort you to your suite, then go and collect the items you'll need from Mark."
"Good,” she said, despite the sliver of unease that curled through her stomach. They stopped on the top floor and got out. The golden theme from the lobby was extended here, lending the long corridor warmth. Flowers cascaded over tables in corner nooks, and palms sat either side of the elevator doors, their fronds waving gently in the breeze of air conditioning.
"There are only two suites on this floor,” Jake said, as he swiped the key card through the lock. “And the other one's not occupied. You and Michael can come and go as you please without disturbing anyone."
He thrust open the door and waved her through. Nikki stopped in the middle of the living room and shook her head in amazement. Talk about opulent! The walls were again pale gold, offset by burnt umber chairs and curtains of rich red and gold. The windows looked out over a leafy park, though the trees were little more than shadows in the fog.
"You have a look around,” Jake said, dumping her bag on the ornate mahogany coffee table, “and I'll go see Mark."
She nodded and headed into the bedroom. The bed was big enough to hold a party in and was framed by a canopy of red and gold curtains. She touched the comforter, her fingers sinking into its rich redness. The mattress underneath was firm, but not overly so. Just the way she liked it. Directly opposite the bed was a fireplace. She smiled and flopped back onto the bed, closing her eyes as she imagined lying here in Michael's arms, the warmth of the fire caressing their bodies.... Heat stirred through her, and she sighed. Three weeks without his touch was way too long. She lay there for a while, listening to the growing hum of traffic and the musical peal of a bell as a cable car rolled past the hotel.
Then she heard the ding of the elevator returning and soft footsteps. She sighed again and pushed up from the bed. Time to get to work.
"We'd better shift some of the furniture,” she said, walking back into the living room. “The last time I tried this I ended up—"
She stopped abruptly, a cold feeling of dread enveloping her. It wasn't Jake who'd entered her room. It was a vampire.
