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“Thank you.”
Sang. Catalan. How interesting. He was intrigued.
Isaiah perched so carefully, leaned back into the corner of the love seat. He didn’t radiate get close to me vibes, but Jameson sat right on the other cushion.
“Why did you hire Full Moon Dating?” Isaiah asked.
“Because of Harve. He’s a friend, and he told me they don’t miss.”
“Yes, he’s a good man. He has earned his wings.”
“Oh, I hear he’s being naughty with the boss.” Jameson had to grin. Harve was over the moon.
“Good for him! I’m so pleased!”
Now, there was the reaction of a good friend. “Yes. He’s been mooning for years.” Mooning. God he cracked himself up.
Isaiah started giggling, the sound filling the air. How lovely. Someone needed to laugh more. It was a fine thing. Soft and happy and somehow wild.
Maybe untamed was a better word. He had no desire to tame Isaiah, either, only temper him.
Mmm…temper. He wondered what Isaiah was like in a temper tantrum. The man had to have them. He was the new ruler of an aristocratic family. It had to be hotter than the hinges of hell.
He wasn’t going to provoke it now, though, but soon.
Jameson clinked their glasses together.
“Welcome to the family, Jameson. I hope you find what you seek.”
“So do I. I’m confident I can be what you need.”
“I appreciate it. So, tell me about yourself. What do I need to know?”
“Mmm. Well, I’m a made vampire, not a born one. I imagine Harve told you?” At Isaiah’s nod, he went on. “I’ve done all sorts of work to keep me afloat, not all completely honest.” He didn’t want that to come back and bite his ass, so better to say it now.
“Did you ask to be turned, or was someone evil to you?” Isaiah pinked, and the look was surprising and charming. “I’m terribly curious, I know, but how else do you learn?”
“I don’t mind. I asked to be turned. I was terribly young and romantic, but it did me no good. He didn’t stay a whole night.” Just as well. His maker had wanted a little bottom boy. Jameson didn’t fit there.
“Oh. How awful for you. Diego was made and lost his family, so Father brought him to us. We care for one another.”
“Are you… Forgive me if I overstep, but are you intimate?” Did he have a starting deficit? Competition?
“With Diego?” Isaiah’s eyes went wide. “He is my…my friend. My guard. I couldn’t. He held me when I was a baby!”
“Sorry.” He held up his free hand. “I didn’t mean to offend but that’s just the kind of information I need to do this well.” Whew.
“If I had a lover, I wouldn’t need to fake it, Jameson.”
“People hide things for a lot of reasons, Isaiah.” He gentled the words with a smile, then dared to touch Isaiah’s hand.
The jolt of electricity was sharp, sudden, going straight to the base of his brain.
Isaiah’s eyes widened, and he drew back, stilling. Seeming to pull deep within himself. “Eat. Please. You must be starving.”
“Thank you.” He drank deep, if not sloppily. He did want to make a good first impression.
Isaiah stole glances at him, watching him feed with a fierce, active interest that the man tried hard to hide. Did he not eat? The smell of wine was far stronger from Isaiah’s glass…
