Bastien’s lips compressed in a tight smile. “You don’t hear me asking for your help, do you?”
Melanie tightened her fingers around his in warning. “I’ll ask for it.” When Bastien started to protest, she held up her free hand to shut him up. “Can you two buy us some time?”
At most, she thought one or the other of them might keep the guards at bay long enough to convince Mr. Reordon that Bastien had indeed left his men unharmed. Maybe offer a token protest when Bastien was escorted to the holding room or tranqed or shot. So she was shocked when Richart strode toward them. “I’ll teleport him out of here.”
She held on to Bastien’s hand. “Where he goes, I go.”
“That’s what we thought,” the brothers said simultaneously.
Richart motioned to their entwined hands. “It’s easier for me to take you one at a time. I’ll take Bastien first, then immediately return for you, Dr. Lipton.”
“Melanie.”
“As you wish, Melanie.”
“Where are we?” Bastien asked when he and Richart appeared inside a house.
“My home. I’ll return in a moment.”
Bastien clutched his arm. “You should leave her there.”
“I should,” Richart agreed. “But I gave her my word.”
As soon as Bastien released him, the other immortal vanished.
When he reappeared, Melanie was with him.
She grinned up at Bastien. “That is so awesome.”
Try though he might, he couldn’t prevent himself from returning her smile. Not because he thought it was cool, too. (It was the only perk to having to hunt with Richart nightly.) But because he found her smile so enchanting and irresistible. So utterly free of guile.
Richart let out a piercing whistle.
Bastien heard a thud sound in some distant room.
“Damn it!” a male they couldn’t see shouted. “I told you not to do that! You scared the crap out of me!” It must be Sheldon.
Bastien met Richart’s gaze. “Have you told him he doesn’t have to shout for you to hear him?”
“Several times.” He seemed amused rather than annoyed by his new Second’s slow learning curve.
Melanie aimed her smile up at Richart. “I’m dying to know how you do that.”
“It’s easy. I just purse my lips and blow.”
Laughing, she shoved him. “Not the whistling. The teleporting.”
Richart, no more immune to her charm and goodness than Bastien was, grinned down at her. “I wouldn’t mind knowing that myself.”
“Really? Could I by any chance talk you into letting me run a few tests? I’d love to do an MRI while you teleport and see what lights up.”
Richart’s smile faltered beneath a look of supreme unease. Immortals tended to be nearly as uncomfortable around doctors—on the doctors’ territory at least—as Ami was. And Ami still broke out in a cold sweat if she had to go anywhere near the network.
Melanie touched Richart’s forearm, resurrecting Bastien’s jealousy. “Just think about it.”
His stance relaxing, the Frenchman nodded. “I will.” He motioned to the living room around them—modern, with more clutter than Bastien was accustomed to seeing since most immortals were neat freaks. David’s place, despite the heavy traffic it saw, was usually immaculately clean and tidy. “Please make yourself at home. The kitchen is through there. Bastien, there is blood in the modified meat compartment in the refrigerator. There’s a bathroom just down the hall. There are four guest rooms on this floor and four more in the basement. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask Sheldon.”
How long did he think they would be here?
“Oh, and Bastien . . .” His words turned brittle. “Tread carefully with my Second. Mistreat him in any way and you will answer to me.”
Bastien had lived with vampires with vicious mentalities and violent tempers that could explode at any moment for two centuries. He was confident he could best the other immortal in a fight, but frankly had no interest in doing so. Richart had just done him a solid. Bastien may be the asshole others thought him, but he didn’t forget things like that.
“I don’t abuse children.”
Giving him an abrupt nod, Richart vanished.
Silence descended upon the room.
“So,” Melanie said.
Bastien raised one eyebrow. “So?”
“You picture me naked?”
He had hoped she had forgotten about that—damn Étienne and his prying—but, since she hadn’t, he saw no reason to deny it. “Yes, I do.” He didn’t feel any embarrassment. He was a man with healthy sexual appetites and she was a very appealing woman. He did experience some confusion, however, when she exhibited no anger over the admission.
She didn’t call him a swine or a dog or whatever animal women currently called men who did something inappropriate.
She merely eyed him speculatively, making him feel as if she were trying to imagine him naked, then said, “I should warn you that I probably won’t live up to your expectations.”
Every muscle in his body tightened. He swallowed. Hard. “What?”
“I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that I don’t look nearly as good naked as you think I do.”
“I seriously doubt that.”
“I’m just saying . . . I didn’t exercise regularly until I underwent training by the network and . . . I’ve lost weight since then and . . .”
“And?”
She pursed her lips. “Even though I’m in shape now, certain body parts aren’t what I would like them to be.”
He was quiet for a moment. “I’m sorry. I don’t know how to respond to that.”
She grinned. “You don’t have to respond at all. I just wanted to make sure you knew that clothing can hide a lot of flaws.”
Said the flawless woman who made his body harden even when she tried to convince him she was unattractive. Or that she wasn’t as attractive as he might imagine. Or . . .
Actually he wasn’t sure. “I’m certain you’re just being overly critical of yourself.”
She tilted her head to one side. “Could be. The media does condition women to believe they should look a certain way. But, just to be on the safe side, you might want to imagine me with smaller breasts when you fantasize about me.”
Again he remained silent for a moment. “Could I just say that this is the most peculiar conversation I’ve ever had?”
She laughed. “Why?”
“Well, for one thing, you seem convinced that I am laboring under certain delusions concerning your appearance. I’m not.”
“My breasts aren’t this big. I’m wearing a push-up bra.”
“I know.”
The look of surprise on her face was too adorable. “What?”
“I know you’re wearing a push-up bra.”
Now she was silent. “If you tell me you have two gifts and that one of them is X-ray vision, I’m going to have to hurt you.”
He laughed. “I don’t have X-ray vision. But, as you know, all of our senses are heightened. I can hear the faint rustle of the padding that humans can’t. And your breasts don’t move the way they would in a bra without the padding.”
“Wow. You guys really notice the little details, huh?”
“With you, yes.”
A teasing smile curved her lips. “So you stare at my breasts?”
“Yes,” he said, returning her smile, and shook his head in bafflement. “And for some reason, admitting that makes me feel like a naughty schoolboy caught peeking up his teacher’s skirt.”
“Cool.”
Again he laughed.
“So what’s the other reason?”
He tried to recall what they had been talking about but now could only think of her breasts.
Her smile widened into a grin. “The other reason this is the oddest conversation you’ve ever had,” she prodded.