“That doesn’t happen,” he said with a shrug. “If you are lifemates, you will suit each other.”
Inez frowned at his simple assurance and said with disbelief, “Surely just because you can’t read each other doesn’t guarantee a happy relationship?”
“Yes, it does.” When her mouth pursed with disbelief, he assured her, “I am only a hundred years old, but I have never heard of any true lifemates who didn’t suit each other and have a happy union . Oh, certainly they have occasional disagreements, but that is it. They are made for each other.”
“But how is that possible?” Inez asked with amazement.
“I don’t know,” he admitted, not sounding too concerned. “Perhaps the nanos recognize something in the individual that compliments their immortal and prevents their being able to read or control the other so they can be happy together. Or perhaps God makes a perfect mate for each individual and then puts them in their path. I have no idea, but does it matter? Why question something if it works?”#p#分页标题#e#
“You believe in God?” she asked with surprise.
His eyebrows rose slightly. “Don’t you?”
Inez reached up unconsciously to clasp the cross around her neck and he smiled as if she’d spoken aloud and then said, “If you’re done with your questions, I really need to switch coolers and get the other one to the Night Club.”
Sighing, Inez nodded. “I’ll get it for you.”
Turning away from the door, she headed across the room. A million questions were running around inside her head, but she had some thinking to do before she would ask them, and if she asked them of anyone, she thought it should be Thomas. She understood enough now to be going on. Thomas couldn’t read her. That made them lifemates. Simple. No muss, no fuss.
Actually, it was the perfect arrangement for a woman who didn’t have time for a social life, Inez thought as she reached the table and the cooler sitting on it. She glanced to Thomas, opening her mouth to explain about the cooler and mix-up as she saw that he had apparently finished his conversation and was closing the phone, but before the first word was more than formed on her tongue, his phone was ringing again and he was returning it to his ear.
Shrugging, she picked up the bag that lay on the floor and replaced it in the cooler. She spotted the empty bag on the table and hoped the delivery guy wouldn’t be in trouble for being a bag short. She’d definitely have to call and talk to his boss now, Inez supposed. She’d promised.
Closing the cooler lid, she carried it back to the door.
“I’m afraid he had one,” she announced, handing over the cooler and taking the one he held out. “I hope that’s not a problem.”
His eyebrows flew up, and a perfectly filthy grin lifted his lips. “Not for me, but you’re in for one hell of a night.”
Thomas moved quickly back to the table to write down the latest coordinates Herb was giving him, said thanks, snapped his phone closed, and straightened to glance around just as Inez closed the suite door. He’d heard her speaking to someone, and been half aware of her moving to the table and back to the door, but hadn’t paid her much attention as he talked to first Bastien and then Herb. He’d actually been too stressed out to speak much to Bastien. With everything that was going on, the man’s constant calls were becoming something of a nuisance. Knowing the calls were due to his worry about Marguerite, Thomas hadn’t snapped at him like he would have liked to do, but merely told him he’d called Herb for new coordinates, would head out as soon as the man called back with them, and would let Bastien know the moment he’d found Marguerite. He’d then hung up on him only to have the phone ring again as Herb called to give him the updated coordinates. It was yet another locale. She, or at least the phone, was obviously on the move. The location was supposed to be accurate to within fifty feet since it was in the city. Hopefully that was close enough that he could spot Marguerite if she hadn’t already left the area by the time he got there. The quicker he got there, the better the chances he’d arrive before she moved on…which meant Thomas had to move.
“Oh, you’re off the phone.”
Thomas focused on Inez, noting the feline grace to her walk as she crossed the room toward him. She was short, curvy, and had a seductive smile. Her lips were the kind that gave a man ideas.
Realizing he was allowing himself to be distracted, he growled, “Who was at the door?”
“The A.B.B. delivery guy,” she answered. “He said he dropped off the wrong cooler here. You got what was meant for the Night Club. He came back to switch coolers.”