Vampire Most Wanted(60)

            “Fine,” she snapped, and then forced herself to smile and added, “Thank you. For . . . everything,” she ended on a sigh, and then asked, “Can we go now?”

            Jackie and Vincent exchanged a glance and then turned toward the house. “Just give us a couple minutes to pack our bags. Why don’t you two raid the fridge and pantry for food?”

            “There’s a cooler in the pantry for cold stuff,” Jackie added, glancing back to them as they started into the house. “And bags to put the canned and dried goods in.”

            “Don’t worry about blood. I’ll take care of that,” Vincent added before the two disappeared inside.

            “Shall we?” Marcus asked.

            Divine wanted to say no and make a run for it, but suspected she wouldn’t get far. While she’d got the better of the man when she’d gone after him with the mop, she suspected that the element of surprise had played a big factor in that. The man was immortal. He was as fast as or faster than she, and probably stronger, if only because men were physically stronger by nature.

            Although it looked to her like he might be physically stronger than most male immortals too, she decided, her gaze sliding over his chest in the very tight and obviously borrowed T-shirt he was wearing. The man really had a very large, very nice physique. Funny she hadn’t really noticed that until now.

            “Who bought my clothes?” Divine asked curiously as she let him lead her inside.

            “Vincent had one of his people buy them,” Marcus admitted. “He asked what you normally wear and I said pretty much what you had on when we got here. That I’d never seen you in anything else, and he made a couple calls and . . .” He shrugged.

            “And voilà,” she finished wryly, thinking it must be nice to have “people” to do things for you.

            “He had them pick up clothes for me too, but—” Marcus glanced down at himself with a grimace.

            “But he was a little off on size for you,” Divine said with amusement, and then said, “Either you pissed him off at some time in the past, or Vincent only has an eye for size when it comes to women.”

            “Jackie helped him with that,” Marcus assured her.

            “Oh good,” Divine murmured, and when he glanced at her in question, admitted, “Well, it would be a little alarming to think he could guess my bra size at a glance.”

            His gaze slid over her bare shoulders where she’d tugged the peasant blouse to the side to ride her upper arms and she explained, “It’s strapless.”

            “Oh.” He nodded.

            As they entered the kitchen, Divine added, “Pretty pink with white lace trim along the bottom. I’m wearing matching panties too.”

            Marcus stopped dead in the doorway as if he’d been shot and after a couple steps, Divine glanced back at him and almost smiled at the expression on his face. She didn’t know what little devil had made her say that. Really, it had surprised her as well when the words had slipped out, but the expression on his face . . .

            Goodness, the man looked like he’d swallowed his tongue. He was also looking at her as if he could see the undergarments she’d described right through her clothes. For some reason that sent a thrill of excitement through her.

            “Yo! Marcus?”

            Divine glanced past Marcus to the stairs. Vincent was halfway down, hanging over the railing to peer into the kitchen at them through the kitchen door Marcus held open with his body.

            Marcus turned to peer at the man and then cleared his throat. “Yeah?”