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name?"
He shook his head. "No. It meant nothing to me."
"Delaney," I mused. "Sounds Irish. There must be hundreds of Delaneys in LA." I paused, remembering someone. "I have a friend in the LAPD. Haven't seen him in a while, but I could call him and see if he could check on any Delaney with a police record."
     
"The man who called me sounded educated and authoritative," Jean-Claude said. "Somehow, I don't think he will have a police record. It is more than likely that he does not soil his own hands with his criminal intentions."
    "Hmm, maybe..."
"And I would rather the police were not involved in this, Ron. It could prove ... awkward."
    "Yeah, you're right. We can't have them poking around." I stood and held out my hand. "I should see you home—make sure you're okay, before I leave you alone." He took my hand, and I pulled him to his feet, putting my arms around him, holding him close. "Unless, of course, you'd rather I stayed?"
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His lips met mine in a hard kiss. Then he drew back, and gave me a sly smile. "Come home with me," he said. "And then we shall see." [Back to Table of Contents]
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Chapter Four
Jean-Claude's condominium was only two blocks from my apartment—convenient, huh?
    "I've seen you run by here almost every morning," he told me as he ushered me inside. "That is when I was first intrigued by the sight of you—in those little shorts!" He had picked up a remote from the coffee table and pointed it at his CD player. The sensuous sounds of a woodwind instrument filled the room.
"So, you wanted me for my body, not my mind," I kidded him, looking around the spacious living room. I don't know what I'd expected his place to look like, antique furniture maybe, but it was decorated in a minimalist style, lots of space and clean lines.
     
"Yes," he said, smiling. "And I still want your body." He unbuttoned my shirt and slipped his hands inside, caressing the sides of my torso. "Will you stay a while?"
    "Mmm, you bet. What's that music?"
"Part of Brahms clarinet concerto. Do you like it?"
I opened my mouth to say yes, when my cell phone jangled in my pocket. "Sorry," I mumbled, dragging it out and looking at the caller ID. Jonas... "Where the hell are you?" he barked in my ear. "We went back to the restaurant, you weren't there, and you're not here at the apartment." "You should be a detective," I chuckled. "You're very observant."
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"Quit the smart talk. We were worried."
"Take it easy. I'm over at Jean-Claude's."
"Well, you could've called to let us know. So..." He sounded more relaxed. "He showed up, after all."
"Yeah. I'll be home in a little bit. Don't wait up."
"Okay. Tell him hello from us."
"Will do." I closed my phone and slipped it back in my pocket.
Jean-Claude nuzzled my nipples.
"My brother says hello," I said, my voice strained with pleasure. "God, that feels good."
He looked up and smiled at me. He was so fucking adorable ... a fucking adorable vampire. I cupped his beautiful face in my hands and kissed him.
    "You know," I said. "Jonas and Ted said there was a possibility you might be a vampire."
His eyes widened in surprise. "They did?"
"Yeah, they were joking, of course. I told them you couldn't take the sunlight. That and the fact you wouldn't eat Ted's dinner had them doing all sorts of crazy guessing."
     
"Not so crazy, as it turns out," he said. He looked at me with tender eyes. "Ron, if this is going to be too much for you to handle, I will understand." "No, it's not. Of course, there are things I don't understand yet. You'll have to tell me what you need from me, what I can and cannot do around you. That kind of thing."
     
He nodded. "I just want you to be completely sure you can accept what I am—and it's really a case of what I can and cannot do around you. For instance, you know I must 59
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occasionally feed on a living human. It cannot be you all the time,