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Ha-ha.
“I sense them,” he continued, still not looking at me. “I’m extremely good at killing them.”
“Okay,” I said. “So we’re going after a vampire?”
His head came up. Something flickered in those incredible eyes before he glanced away again. He was hiding something, but what could it be?
“We should probably take a plane,” Jimmy said, the words an obvious attempt to change the subject. I let him. I knew what I needed to know. For now.
“I don’t do planes.” The one time I’d tried it, the controls had whirled and whirled until a few of them exploded. I’d never get in one of those tin cans again. Instead—
I lifted my chin toward the powder blue ’57 Chevy Impala. “We’ll take that.”
Jimmy’s lips curved. “Can I drive?”
“No.”
He didn’t take offense. Instead, his smile deepened as he slid into the passenger seat. He ran his hand along the dash, the movement causing something to shift in my stomach as I had an image of him running that hand along me.
To stop that line of thought—remembering Jimmy’s touch when he’d never touched me gave me a shimmering sense of déjà vu that caused my stomach to pitch and roll—I started the engine. The sweet rumble soothed me as little else could. I loved this car. It was the only thing I had to call my own.
After backing out, I headed for the street. “Which way?”
“South,” Jimmy said.
“Hallelujah.”
“And west. New Mexico.”
Hadn’t been there in decades. Or was it cent
uries? Time got funny once you lived through the first millennium—or ten.
“Where in New Mexico?”
“Navajo reservation.”
“Pretty big area.”
“Twenty-six thousand square miles.” At least he’d done his homework. “Ruthie said we should go to the foot of Mount Taylor.”
What were the odds that I’d need to head to the same place I’d headed to the last time? You’d think pretty damn slim, but when dealing with supernatural entities, the opposite was true. Certain creatures could be found in certain places, and Mount Taylor had always been special. Sacred to the Navajo, but sacred often arose out of spooky.
“You know where that is?” Jimmy asked, and I nodded. “How long will it take?”
“Do I look like I have Google Maps in my brain?”
“You look like you could have just about anything in there.”
He sounded impressed, and a place right between my C-cups went all gooey and warm. No one had ever been impressed by me before.
Scared of me? Horrified by me? Pleased I’d done my job? Sure. But impressed? Nope.
I kind of liked it.
“We’ll be there in twenty-three hours, give or take.”
He sat back. “Quicker if you let me drive.”
