I shrugged. What the hell.
So, after I helped Jack into the laundry room for his shower and grabbed a plastic bag from under the sink, I headed upstairs to Jack’s room. His bedroom was what you’d expect. An enormous California king graced the middle of the room with matching nightstands on either side. The bedside lamps were sleek chrome things. It was all very modern and minimalist. Not my taste, but it sort of suited him. More so than the living room.
His closet, however, was pretty much a girl’s wet dream. Calling it a walk-in didn’t do it justice. It was huge, nearly as large as my entire bedroom. There were cubbyholes and shelves and hanging racks on every wall, crammed with more suits and shoes and ties and whatnot than I’d seen outside a clothing store.
There were four sets of bureaus standing back to back in the middle of the room. I pulled open one of the drawers. Socks. All black. Who in the world had an entire drawer of nothing but black socks?
The next drawer had white socks. Below that, boxer briefs in an assortment of colors. Now that was what I liked to see in a man’s drawers. No pun intended.
A few more drawers and I found T-shirts and sweat pants. I picked out a pair of black sweats and a green T-shirt with a peace sign on the front. Jack hadn’t struck me as a peace sign kind of guy. I guess you just never knew about people.
The bathroom was even better than the closet, if that were possible. It looked like he’d knocked a couple of smaller bedrooms together and converted them into something even the ancient Romans would have drooled over. I was pretty sure you could have fit an entire football team in the bathtub alone.
I’d have loved to try out that bathtub, but a shower would have to do. Not that his shower was anything to sneeze at. It was enormous and tiled in what looked like Italian marble or something equally expensive and a pain in the ass to clean. There were knobs and jets and things everywhere. I swear it took me twenty minutes just to figure out how to turn the thing on.
I felt immensely better after my shower. The therapeutic effects of a hot shower are highly underrated. The clothes left a lot to be desired, but at least they were clean. I was not a small woman, but Jack’s sweats required several rolls so as to avoid breaking a leg, and his T-shirt made me look like a five year old dressing up in dad’s clothes. Even worse, I was sans makeup and Jack didn’t appear to own a hair dryer, so my hair was all wet and slicked back. Not an attractive look.
I was pretty sure Jack didn’t mind. If I hadn’t caught the look in his eye when I rejoined him in the living room, I wouldn’t have thought he noticed. It was the barest flicker of heat, but it was there. Then he did the blank thing again.
Yeah, he didn’t think I looked so bad. Then again it might have been because I was braless. But only because mine had been ruined and it wasn’t something Jack had hanging around in his closet.
His eyes flicked to my chest as I curled up in the armchair across from him. Yeah, it was definitely the braless thing. There was no way on earth a woman with D cups could possibly go around braless without someone noticing. Particularly a male someone.
“OK, Jack. Let’s talk. How about we start with Sunwalkers?”
He gave me a long look. “All right, what do you want to know?”
“What are they? You, I mean. How are you different from vampires? That sort of thing.”
He leaned back, wincing a little as his newly healed muscles contracted. “Your dreams, the ones you’ve been having about the priest?”
I nodded, urging him to continue. I was finally going to find out about those damn dreams.
He seemed to search for words. “They are real. What you saw really happened thousands of years ago, as near as I can tell.”
“You’ve had the dreams, too?”
He nodded. “It’s the amulet’s way of communicating with its Guardian. It sends me dreams, mostly. And the one about the priest were the first ones I had.” He paused for a moment. “You can’t tell anyone about my connection to the amulet.”
“Why? I mean, it’s kind of weird, the whole connection thing, being the Guardian, whatever that means, but why would anyone care?”
“Trust me; there are people who would care. Powerful people. People like Brent Darroch.” His voice was cold and hard. There was definitely some history there.
“All right, fine. I won’t tell. Continue the story.” I’d promise just about anything if he’d tell me the truth.
“The details are sketchy, but it appears that there really was a city of Atlantis which was destroyed thousands of years ago. From what I’ve seen in the visions, there was a sickness they brought with them from,” he frowned before continuing, “their homeland. I’m not sure exactly where this homeland was, but the sickness is part of what drove them out. They left in order to escape it. They thought they’d cured it, but there was a new outbreak. It made them crazy, bloodthirsty.”