Immortal's Eden by Lori Perry Read Free Book Online Page A

Remember, I find people as well. And if you have a little help, then we can find the man you're looking for sooner."
    "I can't pay you." Where did that come from? Could she really be considering this? Spending a little extra time with the stranger was sounding better and better.
    "Dinner with you would be payment enough. Of course, we should have a pre-search dinner as well, just to plan our attack." He chuckled, sending goose bumps up her spine and she found a smile inching across her face. She searched her intuition for a good reason to skip the date, but there was nothing; no warning bells were going off.
    "All right," she breathed out a heavy sigh, "how about lunch?"
    "I would love nothing more, but unfortunately I have a few things I must attend to before I'm free."
    Disappointment flittered through her. After all his persuasion, he was going to make her wait? She supposed it was part of his game; a handsome P.I. vacationing on an island, picking up women.
    "We can meet at dusk, you pick the restaurant."
    She was frustrated with herself for giving in, yet too curious to say no; Danielle needed to figure out why she was dreaming of this man and where he came from quick, before she committed herself. There was a Vanuatu travel guide on the telephone table and she flipped through it.
    "How about Trader Vic's?" It was the first place that popped into her line of vision once she could concentrate on actually looking for a place to eat.
    "Sounds perfect, Danielle. I look forward to seeing you tonight."
    After saying good-bye and plopping the receiver back into place, she scrubbed her hands across her cheeks and eyes trying to wake up from this creepy situation. Concentrating seemed to be a monumental feat but she forced the thought of him to the back of her mind; business was her priority. There would be plenty of time during dinner to dwell on the craziness.
    With shaky hands, she shook out a lemon drop and tossed into her mouth. She felt like a junkie with these stupid lemon sugar candies, but the calming effect, the comfort they gave was worth it.
     
    Chapter Four
     
    The day proved unproductive as Danielle wandered through the streets of the happiest country on Earth looking for a rat in a haystack, and finding nothing. Orlando was tucked away somewhere on this island, and soon he would make a mistake; they always did, and Danielle hoped she wasn’t distracted when that happened. Dinner was fast approaching and she found the butterflies in her stomach going nuts as the thought of sitting across from her dream man festered in her mind. Trying to ignore the great mystery wasn’t happening. In less than an hour she hoped to figure out the what's and whys of this whole situation.
    Giving up on her search for the day, Danielle headed back to her cottage to throw together an appropriate outfit to see him. A flash of the huntress from her dream popped into her head; dressing like her would be fun. But would he sit across from her and think she was just a wacko, waiting to flag the waitress for the check?
    As she stood in front of her mirror adjusting the sundress she finally decided on, she strained her mind trying to think of any clue as to why she knew him. Perhaps they’d met during another hunt? Yes, they had obviously met before, that was the most reasonable explanation for why she had known his face and name prior to their encounter on the beach. But apparently, she had found their meeting more significant than he did.
    Why was he a vampire in her dreams that she wanted to loathe, but failed miserably? He was a beautiful, mysterious man on a tropical island, and happened to be giving her attention she was usually closed to, that's why. Frustrated she grabbed her forehead with both hands and squeezed just wanting it to all go away. This dinner was pointless; he was a wildly attractive man probably just looking for a little action, and her dreams were just manifestations of a hot guy she glimpsed somewhere, nothing