“Then he should be fine.” He looked down at what he carried. “Ty sent him a birthday present. It’s what he calls a gag gift. He said he’ll give Ioan his real gift when he sees him.” Adam handed him an American newspaper. “Make sure Ioan reads the personal adverts.”
Shandor found the section and frowned when Adam pointed out the pertinent advert. “Tyrell wants him to enroll in an online dating service?”
“Unless you’d like to date him yourself?”
It took an act of will for Shandor to keep himself from sputtering. “I’m too old for him.”
“You know age doesn’t matter for beings like us. Consider how much older I am than Ty.”
“I’d rather not.” Although Adam had been born before the American Revolution, he appeared to be no more than five or six years older than Tyrell—sabors aged almost as slowly as vampyres. “This dating service is in America,” he pointed out.
“So take him to America.”
“He’s in love with Daniel.”
“He’ll get over him. Besides, he’s known you much longer.”