Page 1 of Isaiah and Jameson
Prologue
“Let me tell you about Isaiah and Jameson.” Harve chortled when he said it, and Stone blinked at his lover, amazed at how sure Harve seemed already.
“Wow, that was fast.” Usually Adelia and Stone got a bit of a say in the couples matched at Full Moon Dating, since Stone was the boss. Adelia was awful bossy, too, for the admin part of the team. She had opinions.
“Ades and I were bored,” Harve said. Ah, so Adelia had been in on it. Man, those two. Harve called up a wee tablet, opening a file with just a few touches of his clever fingers. “I mean, Adelia almost matched Isaiah with a dentist from Colorado Springs, but then I snooped through the company emails and realized I know this guy.” Harve handed him the tablet. “Why he didn’t just pick up the phone…”
Stone blinked some more. “Holy shitballs. The head of the vampire band in Santa Fe?”
“Well, pretty much New Mexico. I mean, there’s like two million people in the whole state.” Harve’s gray eyes flashed with humor, but that made sense. Not as much food, not as many vampires.
“How do you know him?” Stone shook his head. Harve never ceased to amaze him, and his connections were wide and varied.
“He did me a favor once, when I was traveling through. I misunderstood some local religious rituals.”
“Hmmm. I was afraid you were going to tell me you were his guardian before he died.” Stone was fascinated by Harve’s mostly undisclosed past.
“No. No, although that would have amused me. Isaiah was born, not made, and he’s unfortunately become the head of the clan. He’s miserably unhappy, poor baby.”
“Why is that?”
“Read the file, lazy. He’s not suited to it at all.”
Stone read, his eyes widening. “You’re fucking kidding me.”
“Nope. Trust me, Jameson is the man for the job.”
“And you trust him?” Stone gave Harve a hard look, which was patently false because he was stupid for the guy, but still…
“I do.”
Harve didn’t get it. This was a disaster looking for a place to land. “Why?”
“Because IwasJameson’s guardian before he died.” Harve’s grin was as wicked as it could be.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Stone threw up his hands. “Set it up, but I bet a weekend of blow jobs it goes sour.”
“Absolutely.” The total certainty in the word led him to believe that his jaw was going to be sore sometime soon. Harve rarely took a bet unless he thought he would win, so Stone would be on his knees, he would bet.
And wasn’t that a lovely idea?
