My Immortal by Wendi Zwaduk

Author:Wendi Zwaduk [Zwaduk, Wendi]
Format: epub, pdf
Published: 2010-09-10T12:31:05.633000+00:00

Chapter Nine

Fourteen hours later, Storm drummed his fingers on the steering wheel of Todd Falco’s dusty grey surveillance van. He yawned. Spending the last couple of days making love to Stevie without slaking his bloodlust wore him out. Thanks to preplanning, he had a stash of blood wine at home to get him through.

As soon as he closed the case, he planned to spend an entire week in bed with her to prove his devotion. She meant more to him than anything.

“How much more proof does she need that Bruce is cheating?” Stevie fidgeted in the passenger seat. “I mean, we gave her the pictures and the video footage. We caught him practically in the act of doing it.”

“The checks are good and we’ll keep on until she’s convinced.” Storm shifted to stretch. The truck had more leg room, but the marks knew his vehicle. “I just hope she believes us soon. I’m tired of spending every night watching them when I could be enjoying you.”

Stevie dropped his hand. “I agree.” She raised the camera from her lap and adjusted the focus. “Soon, we can spend quality time together.”

“See something?” Storm licked his lips, dying for a taste of her and not the scent of frying chicken coming from the convenience store. Soon wouldn’t come fast enough.

The shouts of revellers and gun shots from a block over rumbled in the air. The acrid scent of someone peeling out of the parking lot hung in a thick cloud. Go figure; too many people drunk with guns and wanting to party.

“Beside the regular party crowd and the tire smoke, I see Todd on the stoop next to their favourite room and a clear shot of the lobby if I pan to the right.” She nodded and twisted the lens. “He’s a great passed out drunk, but he’s almost too handsome.”

“Handsome, huh?” A twinge of jealousy swirled through his brain for a moment, but he forced it aside to act nonchalant. “I didn’t think you noticed him.”

Stevie snickered and patted his leg while looking through the camera. “Just because I look, doesn’t mean I want to buy the goods.”

Storm shifted again. He needed food, but not snack cakes or soda. He needed a full helping of her. Caffeine would have to do. “Want a soda or something?”

“Something cola sounds good. You’ll have to hurry. They usually arrive in about fifteen minutes.” She furrowed her brows and gripped the camera tightly. The parking lot lights glittered in her eyes.

He peered into her mind. Besides the hunger gnawing at her stomach, fear rippled through her being. The nonchalance was an act. “I won’t leave you long. Lock the doors and I promise no one will hurt you.”

Her eyes widened. She dropped the camera into her lap and laced her fingers together. “What makes you so certain I’m scared?”

He fumbled for an answer that wasn’t the truth. Shit. A ripple of his own brand of fear skittered along his spine. The vision of O’Toole shattering the window to grab her floated into his mind.

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