Single White Vampire by Lynsay Sands Read Free Book Online Page B

at the thing, sure she had reset it after checking on Lucern the first time. She distinctly recalled resetting it and turning it on. But it was off. She set it back with a frown. Had she woken up the second time just to roll over and turn it off? That must be it, she realized and grimaced to herself.
    â€œWay to go, Leever. The one excuse you had to stay here, the one opportunity to ingratiate yourself with theman, and you blew it.” Her thinking had been that surely he couldn’t oust her after she’d gone to the trouble of rousing herself every hour to be sure he was all right. But now that she’d failed at her task, he’d have her out of there by noon—if he hadn’t written all night as he’d claimed he was going to do. If he had written all night, he might not wake up until two or three o’clock. Which meant she’d be out of there by three or four.
    â€œGood show, Katie.” She pushed the bedsheet aside and slipped out of bed. Now she’d have to come up with another good excuse to stay until she convinced Lucern Argeneau to cooperate.
    Kate pondered the problem while she showered, while she dried off, while she dressed, while she brushed her teeth, while she fiddled with her hair and while she dabbed on a touch of face powder. At last she gave it up as a lost cause until after she’d eaten. She always thought better on a full stomach.
    Leaving the guest room, she paused in the hallway and stared at the door opposite her own. Maybe she should check on her host. She hadn’t done her checking through the night. The man might be lying comatose on his office floor.
    She pursed her lips thoughtfully over the matter, then shook her head. Nope. Not a good idea, she decided. She’d neglected her duty to check on him last night; the last thing she wanted was to wake him up before she’d found some way to redeem herself.
    Turning on her heel, she moved as quietly as she could to the stairs and down them. Her first stop was the kitchen. She put coffee on, then surveyed the contents of the fridge. Though she knew every single item in it, it was fun to look at all those goodies and pretend she might have something greasy and bad for her like bacon and eggs. Of course, she didn’t. She settled for the less satisfying but healthy grapefruit and cereal. Then she poured herself a cup of coffee and sipped it as she peered out the window into Lucern’s backyard. It was a large, neat, tidy lawn surrounded by trees, obviously professionally kept. Just as the house was.
    Lucern’s home bespoke wealth and class, both inside and out. It was large and filled with antiques, but outside was the true treat. The house was set on a good-sized property surrounded by trees and grass, all well kept and set up to disguise the fact that the home sat on the edge of a huge metropolis. It was gorgeous and restful, and Kate enjoyed it as she drank her coffee.
    Pouring herself another cup, she wandered out of the kitchen and strolled up the hall, her mind searching for some plot to keep her in the house for at least another night. She really had to convince Lucern to do at least one of the interviews. Kate suspected he would never agree to do the book-signing tour and she had already let go of that idea, but surely he could be persuaded to do a couple of interviews. Possibly over the phone or via the Internet? A couple of her other authors had done it via e-mail. The interviewer sent an e-mail with the questions, the author answered by e-mail. Or there were the various messenger services; she’d heard of authors doing interviews that way as well. Geez, surely that wouldn’t be such a big deal? Lucern wouldn’t even have to leave his house.
    She was about to turn into the living room with hercoffee when she spotted the box on the hall table. Kate recognized it at once. She’d packed the damned thing full of fan letters and sent it herself. Changing direction, she