"I have serum ready for ten more patients," Abby announced. "We can have the Vamps bring more in tonight."
"Wonderful." Leah went to her worktable to finish the paperwork on the six cured ones in the clinic.
Hopefully, when the Vamps came tonight with their delivery, the good-looking one in the kilt would be with them. She'd spotted him for the first time three nights ago, and ever since then, she'd looked forward to a glimpse of him every night. Unfortunately, he always did his job quickly and left. How could she talk to him if he never looked her way?
She glanced out the window at the gray sky. It was freezing cold outside, but she enjoyed going out for a few minutes every day. She was extra careful because about a week ago, she'd slipped on an icy patch and fallen, hitting her head on a rock. She didn't remember it, but Abby said she'd suffered a concussion. That was why some of her memory was a little sketchy. She could recall Dr. Lee hiring her, and she remembered the shock of learning about Vamps and shifters at Romatech, but she couldn't recall her trip here to the school.
She dragged a hand over her head. Whatever bumps she'd incurred during her fall had gone away. She wasn't sore anywhere. It seemed like she should have had some abrasions or bruises. After all, she'd fallen on the rocky shore.
"Two hours till Laser wakes up," Gu Mina announced. She was sitting at Laszlo's table, sewing a button on his lab coat.
Leah smiled. The fox shifter and Laszlo were so cute together. It was fun watching such a sweet romance blossom. Her hand went to her chest to grasp something, but nothing was there. She frowned. It was an annoying habit, one she did several times a day, and she wasn't sure why.
"You're really serious about him, aren't you?" Abby asked.
Mina nodded. "I found out why he pulls his buttons off. Do you want to hear?" She glanced around. "But don't tell anyone."
Abby slanted a glance at Leah. "We can keep a secret."
Leah nodded. "Tell us."
"Well." Mina knotted her thread and cut it. "He grew up in a village in Hungary. Just him and his mother. Everyone thought she was a widow. And she was a-what's the word? She made fancy clothes for rich ladies."
"A seamstress?" Leah asked.
"That's it." Mina threaded her needle. "They were very poor, and she worked long hours, sewing. Laser learned as a young boy that the only way he could get attention was to pull off a button. Then she would sew it on for him and talk to him. Over the years, it became a habit."
"Oh." Abby grimaced. "He must have been lonesome."
Mina nodded. "When he was nine, he was sent away to a fancy school. A mysterious benefactor was paying for him. But the rich boys picked on Laser, and he felt so out of place that he kept pulling on his buttons."
"Poor Laszlo," Leah murmured.
Mina sewed on another button. "Then he learned that his benefactor was really his father. The man was alive, after all, and lived near the school. So every time Laser met a man, he wondered if he was meeting his father. It made him very nervous."
"No one would tell him who his father was?" Abby asked.
"No." Mina continued to sew. "After he finished college in Vienna, he set out to find his father. And then, as he traveled a dark road one night, he was attacked by vampires." She sniffed. "Poor Laser. He gave up ever finding his father. He was afraid his father would think he was a monster."
Abby sighed. "That's so sad."
Leah frowned. "Poor Laszlo." Did all the Vamps have sad stories like that? What about the gorgeous one with black hair and green eyes? He seemed so quiet and . . . intense. As if there was a huge storm of emotion carefully hidden beneath the surface. No doubt he had a fascinating story. If only she could get him to talk to her.
Was she falling for a vampire? Somehow that didn't seem strange at all. Maybe because Abby was married to one, and Gu Mina was thoroughly smitten with one. It just felt right.
She glanced at the window. "It's snowing!" She jumped to her feet, smiling. "Come on, Abby. Let's go outside."
Abby looked at the window and winced. "It looks cold."
"Just put on your coat and gloves." Leah headed for the door.
"I forgot to pack gloves," Abby muttered.
"I might have something you can use." Leah motioned for her to follow. "Come on! It'll be fun!"
She dashed down the hall, noticing that the angel was gone. He was odd that way, coming and going without warning.
In the dorm room, Leah opened her bedside table drawer and removed her hat and gloves. Her coat was hanging on a peg on the wall by the door. She pulled her suitcase out from under the bed and opened it. Her memory of packing was sketchy, but she knew she'd packed for cold weather.
She found a thick sweater and pulled it on over her long-sleeved T-shirt. Now to see if she'd packed an extra set of gloves or mittens. She dug under another sweater and spotted something red and flimsy.
A nightgown? She picked it up, and it unfolded.
"That's pretty," Abby commented as she entered the dorm room.
"I don't remember packing it." Leah dropped it back into her suitcase. Why would she pack something so flimsy and sexy for a business trip to a freezing cold island?
"Don't let it bother you," Abby murmured as she sat on her bed.
Leah searched her suitcase. "A-ha!" She pulled out a knitted mitten. "Here you go!" She tossed it back to Abby, then grabbed its twin. It snagged on something, and she winced as a thread pulled out.
"Shoot. It's caught." She pushed clothing items aside to see what had snagged the mitten. It was a half-opened chain on some kind of leather handbag.
"What is this?" She pulled it out. "A sporran?"
"Yes." Abby reached for it. "Let me see if I can unhook the mitten."
Leah passed it to her. "Where did I get a sporran?"
Abby's eyes widened. "I-I guess you must have bought it in Scotland."
"I was in Scotland?" How could she forget something like that? She'd always wanted to go to Scotland.
"You-you went with Emma and Angus." Abby worked the chain loose. "They wanted to ask Marielle about angels and demons."
"Marielle." Leah frowned, trying to remember. Flashes zipped through her mind. Inverness. A shopping trip with Marielle and her son, Gabriel. "I do remember! I bought a kilt, a blouse, and a sporran. And a red beret!"
Abby smiled sadly. "That's great that you remember. You had a wonderful time on that trip."
"I did! I met one of Marielle's angel friends. A Healer named Bunny. Isn't that crazy?"
"Yes." Abby's smile seemed strained as she placed the sporran back into the suitcase. "Let's go outside."
After fifteen minutes in the snow, Abby declared she'd had all the fun she could take and handed her mittens to Leah before going back inside.
Leah finished her miniature snowman, using small pebbles from the beach to make his eyes and smiling mouth. Half frozen, she dashed back to the dorm room. After removing her coat, hat, and gloves, she dropped the spare mittens into her suitcase.
"A sporran." She picked it up and ran her hand over the slick fur. There was something about the leather bag that made her heart expand with joy. She looked inside. It was empty except for a handful of dried heather.
Had she picked these flowers herself? She must have. Emma and Angus wouldn't have picked them for her.
She sat down on her bed, gazing at the dried flowers in her hand. Where had they come from? Somehow, it seemed terribly important that she remember. She strained her mind, but she couldn't recall Emma or Angus being with her on that trip. But who else would have teleported her to Scotland?
"Here," a male voice flashed across her memory. She had a sudden vision of a man giving her the bouquet of heather. She couldn't see his face, but he wore a kilt, and his deep voice was laced with a Scottish accent. "To remember yer first trip to Scotland."
"Thank you," she responded, dropping the heather into her sporran. "I'll always remember this."
"Agh." She leaned forward, rubbing her brow. If this moment in Scotland was so important to remember, why was she having so much trouble recalling it?
She set the heather on her bedside table. Maybe if she kept looking at it, her memories would come back.
She had a terrible feeling she was missing something important. Her hand went to her chest again, grasping at air. There should be a necklace there. So where was it?
Leah said a cheerful good-bye to the last three patients as they teleported away with Angus, J.L., and Kyo. The Vamps were returning the cured men home, and it was taking them two trips to transport all six.
The gorgeous one hadn't come. Swallowing her disappointment, she strode to the cafeteria to eat supper with Abby.
She sat at a table next to Abby and dug into her salad. Green. The color stared up at her. Green eyes. Did the man who had given her the heather have green eyes? She frowned. Angus had green eyes, but she couldn't imagine him giving her flowers. He was totally dedicated to his wife. Could it be . . . ? "What happened to the other Vamp?"
"What other Vamp?" Abby bit into a chicken leg.
"The Scottish one with black hair and green eyes."
Abby choked, and grabbed a glass of water to drink. "Oh. Well." She wiped her watery eyes with a napkin. "There have been a lot of Vamps coming through here in the last few weeks. Some of them are staying at Tiger Town in China."