“Where are you staying tonight, Georgia? May I drive you home?” he asked.
If the circumstances had been different, I might have tried for a romance. I'd never experienced romance, not with my medical problems. True, I'd read every word I could find about Elizabeth Barrett Browning and had a secret dream or two in my heart, but I was smart enough to know that she had not been on her deathbed, plus, a Robert Browning is a rare occurence.
Might as well tell Dominic the truth. “Are you a vampire? Because I am looking for a vampire.”
He grinned then and sorry to say, I didn't see any pointy teeth.
“A vampire? Why would you think that?”
“This area is famous for vampires,” I said.
“Georgia, you've been reading romance novels.”
I nodded. “But I've also done considerable research on the internet.”
“And you found websites that promised you vampires in this neighborhood?”
“Something like that.”
He pressed his cool fingers over mine. “And you've heard that a vampire can give you the most romantic experience of your life.”
“I'm not looking for romance.”
He sat back and stared at me, startled. “Then what is it you want?”
“I want to be turned.”
He really did sound shocked. “Turned? Turned into a vampire? But, Georgia! You have to die for that to happen.”
“Well, and afterwards, when you're turned, you can never go out in the sun. You can't eat real food. You can't go home because if you do, no one will understand. Or if they do, they will no longer want you in the family. Believe me, there isn't a normal family around who wants a vampire sleeping in a box in the basement all day.”
“I know all that.”
“Vampires drink blood! Have you ever tried to drink blood?”
“No. But I will if I have to.”
“Eeew.” He looked away from me and I thought that he would leave.
Had I misjudged? Except for the lack of fangs, he looked type-cast with the dark hair and white skin and cold hands and those very old eyes in his smooth young face. Plus, when we were dancing I had put my raised hand on the side of his neck. Years of experience as a patient had taught me the exact sites of pulses. He had no pulse.
There was no way to politely say that I thought he looked more like a vampire than anyone I had ever met.
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