Chaoter 21

The woman wore a UPS uniform, but her plain sedan and thoughts revealed that she worked for another employer. Still, if Bones and I wouldn't have had our senses lasered on everyone who entered that parking garage, we would have skipped right over her.

For starters, she parked at the sidewalk instead of inside the garage even though that's where she was headed. Furthermore, everything about her seemed designed to be forgettable, from her short, lackluster hair to her average build and her pleasant-yet-plain features. Dress her in another uniform, and she could serve you pancakes at the local diner without once piquing your curiosity, yet her thoughts were in stark contrast to her appearance. She took note of her surroundings with military precision I'd worked hard to drill into my men when I commanded my old unit.

She'd never fall for the broken heel in the street act. She'd run me over first and check to see if I was an actual threat later.

Which meant we needed a new plan.

"We need to switch tactics," Bones stated, echoing my concerns.

I gave the sunlight a frustrated glance. If only she'd made her drop at night! With the cover of darkness, we could snatch her up and fly her away with minimal chance of anyone noticing. But revealing our species to humanity with a splashy supernatural kidnapping in broad daylight would make our current predicament look mild by comparison. There was a reason vampires had stayed in their metaphorical coffins for millennia. Anyone who threatened the secret of our existence ended up dead the messy, painful way by the Law Guardians.

"We could follow her home, take her there," I suggested.

She doesn't live around here," a sleep-thickened voice stated from the backseat.

Ian. I'd almost forgotten he was here, probably because he'd been napping the past seven hours while Bones and I staked out the parking garage. Now he sat up in a slouch, sliding his black satin sleep mask up to his hairline.

"She'd live near the pickup point, not the drop-off location," he continued, blinking at the bright sunlight streaming into our car. "Which one is she?"

"The brunette wearing the UPS uniform," I said, pointing at her as she walked briskly toward the elevator. From our parked position on top of a hill across the street, we had a good view of the multi-level garage, which was why we'd chosen the spot.

Ian stared until she disappeared inside the elevator. Then he glanced back at me.

"Don't fret, poppet. I'll get her."

"We need to do this discreetly. If I wanted to make a colossal scene, I'd just drag her off kicking and screaming now," I said, not adding, "dumb ass" only because he was family.

"She'll come without a fuss," Ian said with confidence.

"You can't green-eye her in the elevator, it'll have video surveillance. So will the garage," I retorted.

"I don't need these," Ian said, flashing emerald in his turquoise gaze for a split second, "when I have this."

With a casual swipe of his hand, he ripped his shirt open, causing buttons to fly everywhere. Another swipe took his sleep mask all the way off. Finally, he finger-combed his shoulder-length hair and smiled at his reflection in the rearview mirror.

"I am, after all, irresistible."

I couldn't contain my snort. "I resisted you just fine the day we met, or don't you remember me sticking a knife in your chest?"

Ian smiled with lazy wickedness. "I remember, but you seem to have forgotten that you kissed me first. And thoroughly enjoyed it."

Caught off guard, I flushed. Hey, I'd been celibate for over four years at the time—I wasn't thinking clearly!

"Ian," Bones drew out warningly.

He waved a hand. "Stop growling, Crispin. I'm well over my former attraction to your wife, but the point remains that I'm stunning."

With that, he got out of the car and sauntered off with his open shirt flapping behind him like twin mini capes.

"Get back here," I hissed, not shouting only because we were still trying to be incognito.

Ian blew a kiss over his shoulder and kept walking, heading down the hill toward the parking garage. Bones stayed my hand when I would've yanked the car door open to go after him.

"Let him try, Kitten. Hooks work best when they're baited."

They did, but the female courier came off as too shrewd to bite into this particular piece of bait. I only hoped Ian didn't blow our cover after his bare-chested sashaying failed to sweep her off her feet.

"For the record, I tried to stop this," I said grimly. Then I turned my attention back to Ian.

The afternoon sun gave his copper-hued hair golden highlights and he made sure that the hard lines of his chest and abdomen were on full display as his pace kept his shirt billowing behind him. Grudgingly, I had to admit that several heads turned, and more than a few cars slowed down as female drivers gave him a second, third, and fourth look. Ian responded by flashing them a dazzling smile, making him appear almost angelic to anyone who didn't know that he was a conscienceless slut.

As he crossed the street, a downward tug on his waistband had his jeans sitting even lower on his hips. Another couple inches, and he'd be flashing groin cl**vage, and from the avid stares aimed his way, that could be met with spontaneous applause.

"Have some dignity, ladies," I muttered.

Then Ian surprised me by grabbing the nearest bystander who wasn't gawking at him and yanking the man close enough to kiss. For a second, I wondered what the hell he was doing, but Bones said, "She's back," and my gaze snapped to the parking garage elevator again.

The brunette got out on the street level and headed straight to the sidewalk where she'd parked. No surprise to see that the briefcase she'd arrived with was now gone. From her thoughts, she was less watchful since the drop had been successfully made, but she still gave her surroundings a thorough once-over as she walked toward her car.

Which meant she saw Ian the moment he staggered into her path, the stranger he'd accosted now shoving him and ripping at his pants. My brows went up, but then the man snatched Ian's wallet out of his front pocket and, with a final shove that sent him sprawling, ran off.

"Blasted sod stole my wallet!" Ian shouted.

The brunette paused about a dozen feet away. I was focused on her thoughts, so I knew the moment when her natural—and correct!—wariness was trumped by something else. She stared at Ian, who was on his back with his legs splayed and head bent. Then he flipped his hair back, revealing his face as he sat up so slowly, you couldn't help but notice the muscles rippling across his chest and abs.

Oh yeah, he was piling it on thick.

"Do you have a mobile?" he asked, his English accent more pronounced. "I should call the police. I've just been robbed."

"Mobile? You mean cell phone?" she asked while Stop STARING, Barbara! flashed across her mind.

Barbara. Now we knew her real name. No one used an alias to talk to themselves.

"Yes," he said. Then he looked down at his bare chest as if he hadn't ripped his shirt open himself.

"What a state I'm in," Ian continued, actually managing to sound rueful and shaken at the same time. "Bloke near tore my clothes off trying to get my wallet. Drugs, I suspect."

Caution urged Barbara to leave the gorgeous stranger alone, but she ignored that and came closer anyway. I was both glad and disgusted. Way to blow up Ian's ego and deflate feminism at the same time, Barb!

Then a cluster of people blocked them from view. I tensed, ready to spring into action, but in the next moment, feminine choruses of "You poor thing!" "Are you okay?" and "Let me help you!" rang out.

Ian's other admirers had descended on the scene.

"Unbelievable," I breathed. By merely walking down the street shirtless, he'd managed to round up a harem.

"Ladies, thank you, but I'm well taken care of," Ian said. Barbara's thoughts split between logic telling her to leave and pleasure over the handsome man's confidence in her. When Ian continued to rebuff the other women in favor of her, her indecisiveness crumpled.

"Are all of you deaf?" she snapped, her authoritative voice rising above the others. "Leave, before he calls the cops for harassment, too!"

With a few final grumbles, the would-be harem dispersed, allowing me to see the look of gratitude mixed with sensual promise that Ian bestowed on Barbara.

That did it. She closed the last few feet between them without hesitation, holding out her cell phone. When his fingers curled around hers as he took it, "Cold hands," drifted through her mind before his gaze locked onto hers and lit up with bright, mesmerizing green.

Oh shit, was her last conscious thought.

"I told you this would be easy," Ian said, and he wasn't talking to her.

Bones started the car. I looked away, not needing to see Ian climb into Barbara's to know that the two of them would soon be following us.

"There'll be no living with him now," I said under my breath.

Bones grunted in amusement. "As always, Kitten."