"Probably a tiny Texan mouse." Jean-Luc nuzzled Heather's neck.
"I am a cockroach!"
Heather gasped. "Cody! I forgot he was there."
Jean-Luc frowned. "I'm tempted to leave him there."
"No," Heather protested. "He actually came in handy. Billy ran out of bullets, shooting at him. In a weird way, he saved Phil's life."
"All right. I'll remove the command." Jean-Luc walked over to the choir loft and levitated.
"Cockroach."
"Yes, Master!"
Jean-Luc hovered in the air for a few minutes. Then he sank to the floor. "It's done."
"What the hell?" Cody yelled. "How did I get here?"
Jean-Luc gathered Heather in his arms. "There will be a little girl very happy to see you."
Heather's eyes filled with tears. "Thank you."
Cody clambered down the stairs. "What the hell is going on?"
"I believe ye'll find the sheriff's car outside," Robby said. "I suggest ye take it back to town."
Cody noticed the giant wolf and backed toward the door. "You guys are crazy!" He ran from the chapel.
Robby chuckled. "Come on, Phil. Let me take ye home." He halted in midstep. "Och, ye wee beastie."
Heather grimaced. Phil had raised a leg and was dousing the pile of dust that had been Louie. "Oh, ick." How could she ever look Phil in the face again?
Phil finished, then sat on his haunches. He gave them a wolfish grin, his long tongue lolling out. With a laugh, Robby wrapped an arm around the furry beast. The two vanished.
"Our turn." Jean-Luc smoothed a hand up Heather's back. "You remember how to do this? You hold me tight."
"I remember." She wrapped her arms around his neck.
His mouth twitched. "And then you kiss me."
"Absolutely." She pressed her mouth against his and let the world fade away.
EPILOGUE
Three weeks later…
On the drive home from the wedding, Heather realized that she now led a dual life. Living in two worlds had meant they needed two wedding receptions.
Both mortals and Vamps had attended the small wedding at Heather's church. While the Vamps had discreetly left, Heather's mortal friends had gathered in the church's fellowship hall for wedding cake and punch.
Jean-Luc had happily shoved a piece of wedding cake into Heather's mouth, but she'd purposely missed his mouth, smearing it on his cheek. Everyone had laughed, never realizing that Jean-Luc had not eaten any cake at all. Then Heather tossed the bouquet over her shoulder.
"He scores!" Coach Gunter caught the bouquet and lifted both arms up, signifying a touchdown. Heather and Jean-Luc made an early exit to the limousine parked out front. Her friends thought they were rushing off to catch a plane, but their next stop was the Vamp reception at the studio.
Heather understood why the Vamps wanted to party in private. How else could they drink Bubbly Blood and perform old dances like the minuet? She was actually looking forward to the dances. Jean-Luc had spent the last few weeks teaching her the steps when he wasn't busy making love to her or overseeing the production of her wedding dress.
She smoothed out the ivory silk, trying not to crush the skirt in the back of the limo. "It's the most beautiful wedding gown ever."
"For the most beautiful bride ever." Jean-Luc kissed her cheek, then nuzzled her ear. "I plan to ravish you thoroughly tonight."
"Shh." Heather didn't want her daughter to overhear.
Bethany was busily opening and shutting all the cabinets in the limo. She looked adorable in the blue flower girl dress Heather had made for her.
Fidelia, the matron of honor, had scooted down the seat to the window behind the chauffeur. She knocked on the glass. "Hola, Roberto!"
The limo sped up.
Heather chuckled. Poor Robby.
They pulled to a stop in front of Jean-Luc's studio—their home, Heather corrected herself. Robby opened the door so they could get out. Fidelia fussed behind her, making sure the long train of her skirt was perfect.
"Ready?" Jean-Luc took her hand.
"Yes." She climbed the steps with Jean-Luc as Robby opened the door.
The showroom was bright with light gleaming off the polished marble. The room had been cleared for the reception. A few round tables lined the walls, topped with white tablecloths and bouquets of flowers. There was a small buffet of real food, punch, and champagne for the few mortals in attendance, plus another table covered with champagne flutes and Bubbly Blood chilling in ice buckets.
The center of the room was left empty for dancing. A band called the High Voltage Vamps had teleported in from New York and were set up beneath the catwalk. Cascades of voile and flowers hung from the catwalk, leaving the air scented with roses and gardenias.
It wasn't a surprise to Heather since she'd helped with all the plans and decorations, but she still felt a thrill upon seeing it. It was perfect.
Vamps lined up to meet her. Her worries that they might not approve of her melted away. Angus and Emma MacKay were first in line, and both gave her a big hug. They invited her and Jean-Luc to use their castle in Scotland whenever they liked. Next in line was a handsome Italian Vamp named Giacomo. He kissed her cheeks and invited them to visit his palazzo in Venice. A few more of Jean-Luc's coven members from Western Europe had made the trip.
"I see that Simone and Inga didn't make it," Heather whispered to Jean-Luc. The two models had teleported back to Paris after the runway show.
He grinned. "What a shame."
"Did you ever find out where Simone was sneaking off to at night?"
Jean-Luc nodded, still smiling. "You won't believe it. She was fishing."
"For men?"
He laughed. "For fish. In the river. Apparently she likes to fish, but doesn't want to admit it."
"Weird." Heather figured Simone liked stabbing the worms with the hook. She was suddenly grabbed for a big hug.
"I'm so thrilled for you!" Shanna Draganesti squeezed her, then stepped back. "I've never seen Jean-Luc so happy. You're good for him."
Heather felt her eyes tearing. She'd never felt so happy, either. "Where's your little boy?"
"I left him with your daughter and Fidelia." Shanna pointed at their table. "He was hungry, and Fidelia was sweet enough to fix him a plate of food. She's a hoot."
Heather smiled. "Yes, she is."
"Oh dear." Shanna shook her head. "There he goes again."
Heather's mouth dropped open. Constantine was floating up to the ceiling. Bethany squealed with delight.
"He's just showing off," Shanna muttered. "He loves the attention."
Heather pressed a hand to her chest. "But he—he's a mortal."
"With a Vamp daddy." Shanna smiled at her husband.
Heather turned to Jean-Luc. "Did you know about this?"
He was watching Constantine with a stunned expression. "No. I'd heard that our DNA was a bit different, but I didn't realize…"
"Oh dear." Shanna gave them a worried look. "I hope this won't stop you from having your own children. Constantine is a very loving and sweet child."
"I'm sure he is." Heather watched him descend to his chair. He was giggling along with Bethany. "Does he do anything else?"
"His main talent appears related to healing," Roman explained. "Everyone who comes in contact with him feels better afterward."
"Oh." Well, that wasn't bad at all. Heather watched the little boy stuff some crackers in his mouth.
"Constantine is so special that we decided to have another one." Shanna grinned. "We're expecting!"
"Oh my!" Heather hugged her. "That's wonderful!"
"Congratulations, mon ami." Jean-Luc slapped Roman on the shoulder.
Roman smiled. He looked handsome in the Echarpe tuxedo Jean-Luc had given him as a present for being best man.