The Vampire Jerome by Ann B. Morris

Author:Ann B. Morris
Language: ara, eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BelleBooks, Inc.
Published: 2015-03-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

DOTTIE PRESSED closer to the partially open door to Jerome’s office. Gordon was on the telephone. “Well, what do you suggest I do, Michael? Tie him up? No, I told you I don’t know if he was with a woman. I suspect he was, but I don’t know for sure.”

It hadn’t been her intention to eavesdrop on Gordon’s conversation. After hastily leaving the house, she had thought better of the rash act and decided to return and take Gordon up on his offer to walk with her. Before she’d had time to knock on the door, Gordon’s voice had carried into the hall.

She stood riveted to the spot, unable to move after hearing Gordon’s reference to Jerome seeing a woman. Gordon began speaking again. “Yes, he said he got your message.” A short pause. “No, he didn’t say anything more.”

Dottie dueled with her conscience. She knew she should leave. It wasn’t simply that listening to someone else’s conversation was rude, in this particular instance it was also none of her business. Jerome was nothing to her but a kind and generous host to whom she would soon be saying good-bye.

If he went out at night to seek the company of women, so be it. She supposed there were many females, vampires or not, who welcomed his lowered fangs with open arms. She shook her head to shake the image free, but to no avail. She leaned even closer to the door. She really should leave, but she couldn’t make herself move.

“Well, what do you propose I do?”

Gordon’s voice had been steadily rising during his conversation. Although she knew nothing of his usual temperament it wasn’t difficult to gauge his level of frustration. At the moment it was high.

“Yes, according to Gene Malbury the tremors are increasing, and every time they do there’s a shift in the magnetic field. I know it’s affecting him. He tries his damnedest to hide it from me, but I can tell when he’s off balance.”

Dottie heard a steady, rhythmic click, click, click. Gordon was nervously tapping something sharp against the desk top.

“I don’t see enough of him to be able to tell you that with any accuracy. We do most of our communication by e-mail or phone.” Gordon said.

Another pause. The clicking stopped and an occasional squeak from the desk chair took its place. Finally, Gordon spoke again. “Well, I do have a life, you know. And I have to sleep occasionally. Are you suggesting I baby sit him from dusk ‘til dawn? I’d like to see how that goes over. You know, Jerome doesn’t . . . Okay, I’ll talk to Ambrose, maybe he can shed some light on—”

Gordon stopped speaking mid-sentence. Dottie figured Michael was determined to get his point across. Now, Gordon was clearly irritated. “And there’s absolutely no way it can be done here?”

Dottie turned away from the door, her heart pounding in her chest. She had better get away from here before someone saw her. She knew for certain Dennis and Ella were up and about.

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