Blake's Pursuit by Tina Folsom Read Free Book Online

bodyguard?”
    “Some assignments can be dangerous, but we’re trained well.” It also helped that as a vampire he had a few secret weapons up his sleeve. Better than any fictional British spy.
    But it was time to stop Lilo from asking any more questions. “So what do you do in Nebraska, Lilo?”
    “I’m a writer.” She turned to look out the window. “What neighborhood is this?”
    Blake suppressed a chuckle. It appeared he wasn’t the only one who didn’t want to answer questions about his work. “We’re driving through Pacific Heights.”
    “Oh, I’ve heard of it. Pretty.”
    “What do you write?”
    She shrugged, as if it didn’t matter. “Mysteries.”
    “You mean murder mysteries?”
    “Not necessarily. Not every book is about a murder. I write about all kinds of crimes. Or rather solving crimes.”
    He made a mental note of that. If Lilo wrote crime fiction she had to be smart, and he’d have to stay on his toes to make sure she didn’t discover his secrets. It would only complicate things.
    “So who’s your protagonist? A female detective?”
    “A bounty hunter.”
    That response made him toss her a quick look. “Seriously?”
    “Why?”
    “Well, you’ve got stiff competition in that genre. Few are as good as Maxim Holt. He’s got that market cornered.”
    “You’ve read the Morgan West bounty hunter series?”
    Blake nodded. “Just finished Anatomy of a Bounty .” And he would have finished it earlier, if he didn’t have to look after thirteen hybrids, who couldn’t shut up for even one minute.
    “So he ’s the best, you say?”
    Crap! He should have just kept his mouth shut. No writer liked to hear somebody rave about another author’s books. “Maybe if I read one of yours for comparison…”
    “No, no. That’s fine. Honestly.” She yawned.
    Great, now he was boring her to sleep! Way to treat a woman he was attracted to. Yeah, exactly: he was attracted to Lilo. Despite the fact that his mind was working overtime to come up with ideas on how to find Hannah, his body was occupied with other things. Things he had no business imagining.
    “We’re almost there,” he said quickly and turned into the next street.
    He pulled into the fourth driveway on his right and drove up to the garage of the two-story Edwardian house that stood on an extra-wide city lot. As he came to a stop, he lowered the window, then reached through it to the electronic reader that was built into the wall that ran along the property line. This part of the driveway was covered so that during daytime it was safe to open the window of the car without being exposed to direct sunlight. In addition, the scanner could be moved closer to the car window by a remote control which was built into his car’s steering wheel. And since there was a tall concrete wall on the driver’s side, no sunlight could enter the car from that direction.
    Blake placed his thumb on the scanner. A moment later, the garage door started to lift.
    “You have a high-security, government-style entry system for your home?” Lilo asked incredulously.
    He met her wary gaze. “It’s very practical. At least I can’t lose my keys.”
    “Unless you lose your thumb,” she answered in a deadpan manner.
    “If that happens I’ve got bigger problems than not being able to get into my house.”
    He put the car back in gear and drove into the garage, parking next to his black-out SUV. Behind him, the garage door lowered again, shutting out the outside world.
    “Come, we’ll get you settled.”
    He got out of the car and opened the trunk. Lilo was already next to him and reaching for her suitcase. But he’d reached for it at the same time. Their hands touched, and he felt a charge go through him. He could explain it away as static electricity, but he would be lying to himself. This wasn’t electricity; it was chemistry. The kind that could instantaneously combust if he wasn’t careful.
    With a gasp, Lilo withdrew her hand, and he tightened