Virtual Virgin by Carole Nelson Douglas

Author:Carole Nelson Douglas
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Simon & Schuster, Inc.
Published: 2011-11-29T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-one

“BIG DAY YESTERDAY,” Ric’s voice told me.

“Mmph,” I told my cell phone.

It read 12:52. Why was Ric calling me so late at night after what had truly been a long day?

Wait! Sunshine fell on the bedroom floorboards. Quicksilver lay curled around his giant stainless steel water dish by the dormer windows. It was not last night, it was morning.

Or what passed for it with me, which appeared to be the afternoon.

“Delilah? Are you awake?”

“Barely.”

“I know we need to do a postmortem on Loretta in Hell and me on the Nine Circles’ Lust level and seeing Metropolis, but some honchos from D.C. just hit town wanting to meet on an emergency consultation about smuggling zombies in from Mexico.”

“I saw you speak on that subject,” I murmured. “You were very good. Muy commanding.”

“You did? I’ve never given a formal speech in my life.”

Oh. That had been a dream. Right.

“Well, you’d be very commanding if you did.”

“They’re flying people in from the West Coast and Midwest, so this could run late into the evening. I hate to leave our own matters hanging.”

“Such as . . . ?” I began, still wondering how I could explain my freaky mirror-trek to California and a maybe-vampire mother.

“Dealing with Snow’s astounding offer of sponsorship, what’s best for the Silver Zombie, and how much danger raising her put me in from Vegas bigwigs will just have to wait,” Ric said impatiently.

I yawned. He didn’t know I’d been to the West Coast and back already that very early morning. “I agree. We don’t want to jump on Snow’s bandwagon without plenty of research. It’s okay, Ric. We’ll check in tomorrow.”

Besides, Snow wasn’t the only one worried about Ric.

We cooed our good-byes and I rolled over to sink into that most luxurious of feelings, a long nap in a sunny room.

I should have been wondering what was up with Ric and his government contacts, but my mind was on a maternal vampire—mine!—and recalling how I’d stumbled to find mother substitutes in my early years.

Discovering an apparent vampire mother also ramped up my growing anxieties about Ric, worries about his soul I’d buried under a white-knuckled dedication to his physical survival.

When an unadoptable orphan—whose closest thing to a mother most of her life was shared with Mr. Spock (and look how he turned out)—is all grown up and has an intimacy “issue,” who’s she gonna call on?

As usual, I was more comfy with film people than the real “family” folks in my life . . . like some hard-hearted group home supervisor.

Spock’s human mother, as played by Jane Wyatt on Star Trek, was formerly the mother on Father Knows Best, so she had to put up with a lot of male domination in her day. She remained my model of mature sweet reason. God knew I could use such a woman in my life.

The vamp in California was not my role model.

Our life was way simpler when you were still a virgin early last spring and had nil intimacy, much less other issues, Irma popped up to remind me.

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