Wanted: Undead or Alive

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He glanced down at his stylish new clothes. Maybe a little too stylish, but Leroy of Leroy’s House of Class had personally selected his new Western wardrobe with assurances that he looked one hundred percent authentic.
He hooked his thumbs into the snakeskin belt that sported a huge buffalo-shaped brass buckle. “I’m dressed like a cowboy now. I thought it would be best to fit in—”
“Where? On stage at the Grand Ole Opry?” Brynley moved closer and skimmed her fingertips across his white silk shirt. “Fringe?”
His chest expanded in response to her touch, so he stepped back, out of her reach.
Her gaze lifted to his head. “Oh, God help us. Your hat is . . . sparkly.”
He removed the black Stetson. All the cowboy hats at Leroy’s House of Class had sparkled. Some had sparkled all over. He’d thought he’d done well, selecting a plain black hat with a narrow band of red sequins. “I went with the understated look. It seemed more buck.”
Her eyes widened. “Are you kidding me?”
“No. The black hat matches the black fringe on my shirt, and the red sequins go with the embroidered red roses. But Leroy wanted me to pick the red hat, because it had lots of sequins and some feathers—”
“Enough!” She snatched the Stetson out of his hands, ripped the red sequined band off, then tossed the hat onto the desk, where it landed next to her plain leather handbag and duffel bag. “Maybe I can find some scissors to cut off the fringe.” She rummaged in a drawer.
Phineas frowned. “Is it that bad?”
“Do you want to live through the night? If we go into a bar with you looking like—”
“Why would we go into a bar?”
“To ask questions. We’re hunting for Corky, right? You go around looking like that, and I’ll have to break some arms.”
He stiffened. “I can take care of myself.”
“Not during the day. You’ll be totally helpless.”
“I’ll be sleeping in the basement during the day. And my clothes won’t be a problem.” He gave her a pointed look. “I won’t be wearing any.”
She gulped.
Damn but he enjoyed shocking her.
“Well.” Her cheeks blushed a pretty pink as she slammed the desk drawer shut. “You’ll still have to wear clothes when you’re awake, so I’ll run up to my brother’s room and see if he has anything you can borrow.” Her gaze drifted over him once again. “You look about the same size. Actually, those . . . jeans you’re wearing will do just fine.”
Was it his imagination or did her eyes linger on his groin area a little too long? “Are you sure? I didn’t know if I should go with a zipper or a button fly. I’ve got a zipper here—”
“You’re fine!” Her blush deepened. “I’ll be right back.” She rushed from the office.
He took a seat, smiling to himself. There was something about Big Bad Wolfie-Girl. He was always tense with excitement around her. Part of him longed to touch her. The other part urged him to run. Fast. No doubt, that was the part controlled by his brain. Unfortunately, his brain never worked well around her.
She was part animal, that was the problem. It gave her a wild, aggressive nature, and that appealed to a primitive need inside him. An ancient and raw caveman need to possess her.
But the civilized part of him knew Brynley was not the kind of woman who should ever be possessed. She was a free spirit. A wolf. A princess.
She would always be beyond his reach.
He drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. In the last thirty minutes, he’d zipped through a bunch of tasks as quickly as possible. He’d stocked an ice chest full of bottled blood, then he’d teleported it to the cabin.
It had been a few years since he’d been to Phil’s cabin in Wyoming, and a quick inspection had left him pleasantly surprised. Phil had modernized the place into a vacation home for himself and Vanda, and it now had electricity and running water. A bathroom and utility room had been added onto the back of the cabin.
It was still basically one room—combination den and kitchen with a table and chairs, and some furniture arranged around a large stone fireplace. A trapdoor led to the basement, which was now furnished with a king-sized bed. A second bed was in the loft above the kitchen, which could be reached by climbing a ladder.
He made several trips to the cabin, teleporting back and forth from Romatech. He brought a laptop and Internet card, plus a stash of weapons and ammo from the security office. Then he raided the cafeteria for food to stock the refrigerator and pantry. Brynley was doing him a big favor, agreeing to go with him, so he wanted to make sure she was comfortable.
With the cabin ready, he turned his attention to himself. The MacKay uniform of khaki pants and navy polo shirt wasn’t going to blend in. He needed to remain as inconspicuous as possible. Freemont told him there was Western wear at Leroy’s House of Class, so he made a quick trip there.
Freemont also remembered there was a great pair of cowboy boots in the wardrobe closet at DVN, so Phineas teleported there to grab them. Back at Romatech, Laszlo had embedded a tracking device into one of the boots while he packed a duffel bag with underwear, socks, T-shirts, jeans, toiletries, and his fancy new shirts from Leroy’s House of Class.
He teleported the duffel bag to the cabin, then back at Romatech, he went over all the job details with Freemont one more time.
“It’s all right, dude,” Freemont assured him. “I got it covered. Besides, you’re just a phone call away.”
“I can’t be sure I’ll always get a connection,” Phineas warned him. “I’ll be out in the middle of werewolf country.”
“With Big Bad Wolfie-Girl.” Freemont snickered.
Phineas winced. He shouldn’t have shared that name with his little brother. “This is a business trip.”
“Yeah, but I know what kind of business the Love Doctor’s into.” Freemont slapped him on the back. “Just don’t let her bite you.”
Phineas groaned inwardly as he waited in the school office. He had to be crazy, taking Brynley with him. He glanced at his watch. She’d been gone ten minutes. Maybe she’d changed her mind about going. To his surprise, that thought didn’t bring him relief, but a twinge of sadness.
He enjoyed being with her, looking at her beautiful sky-blue eyes, creamy skin, and mane of wild hair. He even enjoyed the way she prodded and poked at him. It was a challenge to keep up with her. And fun.
A smile tugged at his mouth when he recalled how she’d given LaToya a shock. She’d been outrageous, calling him back to bed, claiming he made her scream. He’d known, of course, that she was joking, but his groin had still responded. Now he had to wonder—why had she come to his defense? Had she felt angry on his behalf?
No, he pushed that thought aside. She hated vampires. She’d made that clear many times in the past. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder. Had she objected to his clothes because she enjoyed picking on him, or was she trying to protect him? And if she was concerned about protecting him, was she doing it out of a sense of duty or because she actually liked him?
He sighed. He needed to stop looking for emotions that didn’t exist. He’d wasted two and a half years imagining that LaToya actually liked him. How pathetic it would be to make the same mistake twice.
He heard footsteps approaching and rose to his feet.
Brynley entered with a few shirts draped over her arm. Behind her, a group of women hurried into the room. Toni, Caitlyn, Olivia, Marta, Vanda, and Sarah. They greeted him as Brynley dropped the shirts on the desk.
He nodded at them. “Hello, ladies.”
They exchanged looks and giggled.
“I told you he’d say it,” Sarah whispered.
“He sounded just like he does on TV,” Marta added.
Olivia smiled at him. “We really enjoy your commercials, Phineas.”
“Okay.” Brynley shook out a plaid shirt and gave the women an annoyed look. “You heard his sexy voice. You can go now.”
Sexy voice? Phineas studied her, not sure what to think. One time she’d told Connor and Marielle that he had a tight ass, but he could never figure out if she was complimenting him or insulting him.
“Try this on.” She handed him the shirt.
He glanced at the blue plaid shirt, then at the other women. They showed no sign of leaving.
“Come on, guys.” Brynley waved her hands to shoo them away. “You’re embarrassing him.”
“How could he be embarrassed?” Vanda asked. “He has a great chest.”
“And he has to know it,” Marta added. “Why else would he show it off on television?”
He frowned. Did people think he was an exhibitionist? “I’m sure the clothes will fit. Brynley and I need to get going.”
The women all moaned with disappointment.
“Please, Dr. Phang,” Sarah whined. “We’re your biggest fans.”
“Oh, get a grip,” Brynley fussed at them. “It’s just a chest. If you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.”
Oh really? Phineas had a sudden desire to prove her wrong. He dropped the blue plaid shirt on the chair, then unbuttoned his fringed shirt with vampire speed and tossed it on the floor.
The ladies squealed and clapped, but he ignored them, focusing only on Brynley to see how she reacted. Her gaze darted over him, then quickly looked away as if she wasn’t interested.
With so many people in the room, he found it difficult to focus on her heartbeat alone, but he could swear that hers was the one that was pounding the fastest. And her cheeks were blushing again. She was affected, dammit. He could feel it.
His own heartbeat sped up as he put on Phil’s blue plaid shirt. Instead of buttons, there were snaps. A vision flitted through his mind of Brynley popping all the snaps open as she ripped off his shirt. And then they would get naked and it would be—
“A perfect fit!” Vanda announced.
He jumped. Oh, she meant the shirt. He pushed aside the vision.
“That’s wonderful!” Marta clapped her hands. “Now we can send you off to Wyoming looking your best.”
Toni stepped forward to shake his hand. “Best of luck to you and Brynley.”
“Thank you.” He was going to need luck. And a lot of cold showers.
All the women shook his hand and hugged Brynley. Vanda stuffed her husband’s shirts into a Dragon Nest Academy tote bag and handed it to him.
Brynley swung her handbag over her shoulder and grabbed hold of her duffel bag. “I’m ready.” She approached him hesitantly.
He slipped a hand around her waist to draw her closer. “You’ll have to hold on to me when we teleport.”
“I know how it works,” she muttered, then placed her hands on his shoulders while staring at a white button on his shirt.
“I’m up here,” he whispered.
Her gaze lifted.
“That’s better.”
“That’s debatable. Can we go now?”
He pulled her closer. “You need to hold me tighter.”
She made a face but slipped her hands around his neck. “Are we there yet?”
He glanced over at the ladies, who were still watching with smiles on their faces. “Good-bye, ladies.”
They waved as everything went black.
Brynley hung her shirts and jeans in the armoire in the loft. She’d packed light for this trip, knowing the cabin now boasted a washer and dryer and a fully stocked bathroom.
She had to admit she was impressed by how much Phineas had managed to do in thirty minutes. The pantry and refrigerator had food, and the kitchen table was covered with pistols, knives, two rifles, and ammo. She’d figured their first task would be a trip to the grocery store and gun shop, but it was all taken care of.
She climbed down the ladder to the ground floor, then peered through the open trapdoor. He’d gone down into the basement a few minutes earlier to settle in.
Since Phil and Vanda came here often on vacation, the basement had been made cozier for Vanda’s death-sleep. It now sported a real bed and bedroom furniture, two recliners, and a flat-screen television. Obviously, Phil spent a lot of time down there with Vanda.
“Need any help?” she asked.
“No, I’m almost done,” he called up.
“You took down the ladder.” She spotted it on the cellar floor.
“I don’t need it. I can levitate in or out.”
But she couldn’t. “You don’t want me coming down there to check on you?”
“No need. Once I fall into my death-sleep, I’m not going anywhere.”
“You’re just afraid of what I’ll do.” She straightened with a smile. “I think I’ll draw a rainbow and unicorn on your chest with permanent markers. It’ll be so—”
“Don’t you dare,” he growled, suddenly behind her.
She squealed, jumped away from him, and teetered on the edge of the open trapdoor, her arms flailing.
He grabbed her and pulled her back against his chest. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
“No!” She spun away from him and shoved him hard in the chest. “Don’t ever attack me from behind!”
“I didn’t attack you. I rescued you.”
She glared at him, her heart pounding, her whole body trembling. Tears blurred her vision, and she blinked them away. Her inner wolf hissed. Dammit. She hated to show any weakness. “You teleported behind me. Don’t ever do it again.”
His eyes narrowed. “Okay.”
Damn. He was wondering why she’d freaked. She strode toward the kitchen area. Get a grip. “I think we should eat while we wait.”