Rise of the Blood (36 page)

“That’s usually how he works.”

“Leonard, there you are.” Her greeting and the staccato clicks of her black designer heels announced the appearance of a tall woman with emerald eyes. Her milk-white skin glowed in the half-light, and her black hair fell in soft curls to midway down her back. She, too, wore a light leather jacket, but underneath was a ruby red dress that left very little to the imagination. I couldn’t really see her purse, but I guessed it cost more than my car.

“Kyra Ellison, this is Joanie Fisher.”

“Doctor Joanie Fisher, actually.” I had to do something to get back on equal footing with this woman.

“Charmed.” She held her hand out for me to shake, but the limpness in her fingers told me she considered it—and me—a waste of time.

“Enjoy your evening,” I told them and half-turned to go, but then I made an about-face.

“Do you know where my friend and I could get dinner?” I asked.

“Well, we’re on our way to Choucroute, a French place here in town.” Kyra frowned at my attire as though to suggest I was horridly underdressed.

“Hmm, we just had French for dinner last night.”

“Then you might want to try Tabitha’s. It’s a good casual American place.”

“Thanks.”

Kyra grabbed Leonard’s arm and turned him away.

“Nice to meet you,” I called after them. Damn, I was feeling insecure. Lonna, with her Italian beauty, never had that effect on me. But then, no one would describe her as a “snob”. Kyra Ellison definitely qualified as one. And a bitch to boot.

Tabitha’s was a pub-style restaurant with a full bar against the back wall, which hid the kitchen from view. The dark wood paneling gave the place a snug feel in spite of the large mirrors that hung behind the bar and on the top half of the walls behind the booths. Candles in Mason jars flickered on the tables and provided most of the low light that suffused the restaurant.

“We’ve got to find a grocery store,” I remarked to Lonna after we gave the hostess my name and the other diners in the restaurant—all six of them—looked up with curiosity. After Robert had dumped me, I’d wished to be more noticeable. The notoriety had now worn thin, and part of me wished I could just go back to my apartment in Memphis, crawl in bed and wake up to find all of it from the fire onward had been a bad dream.

The hostess reappeared with menus and a smile and seated us in a booth near the front of the restaurant. No sooner had we opened the menus than a young man appeared. His name tag said, “Ted, Manager”.

“Welcome to Tabitha’s, Miz Fisher,” he told me.

“Doctor Fisher, actually,” Lonna broke in. I kicked her under the table.

The young man wasn’t fazed. “Doctor Fisher and Miss…”

“Marconi, Lonna Marconi.”

“A friend,” I explained.

“Of course.” He winked. “I just wanted to come over and say hello and I hope we’ll be seeing much more of you. Please accept this complimentary appetizer.”

Another waiter placed a plate of stuffed mushrooms and two little plates on the table along with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

“Your grandfather appeared in town only rarely, but these were his favorites.”

“And how much is the wine?” asked Lonna.

I cringed. I didn’t want any more attention, and Lonna’s directness was getting plenty of stares.

“Compliments of an admirer.” The corner of Ted’s mouth twitched as he opened the wine, a red blend from California. It occurred me he thought Lonna and I were partners. “I’ll give you ladies a moment to look over the menu and be back to take your order.”

“An admirer?” I asked as soon as Ted was out of earshot. “Must be for you.”

“You’re too hard on yourself, Joanie.” Lonna sipped her wine. “It’s very good by the way, very smooth.”

I lifted a couple of mushrooms to my plate. They smelled of some sharp, salty cheese—gruyere, I thought—a savory blend of herbs, and fresh sourdough breadcrumbs. The tops were perfectly browned, and when I cut one in half, real lump crabmeat that smelled sweet instead of fishy spilled out. While buttery, it was by no means greasy, and the mushrooms themselves were cooked to the perfect texture.

“They certainly know how to do food here.” I thought back to the breakfast we’d had at the diner. I considered myself a pretty discriminating eater, and it was rare for me to have two meals in a day that bowled me over.

Lonna nodded, her mouth full. I studied her as I blew on a bite of mushroom. While she and Kyra Ellison may be similar in build and coloring, Lonna had a certain genuineness. I thought it made her much more attractive than the arrogant Kyra.

As I snagged another mushroom, I admitted I was torturing myself by comparing the two women. I would never be as tall, attractive or curvy as either. No one would give me a second glance if they saw me next to either of them. And as much as the thought of a secret admirer thrilled me, I had to admit it was probably Lonna who had one. Either that, or someone decided my grandfather’s fortune made me that much more attractive.

“Two cents for your thoughts?” Lonna grinned at me. She resembled a vampire with the red wine on her lips and teeth.

“I thought it was just a penny?”

She waved her hand. “Inflation.”

“They’re PhD thoughts. They should be worth at least a dime.”

“You’re evading the question.”

“Lucky in life, unlucky in love?”

“Yeah, that seemed like a self-pity look.” She leaned forward. “You’ve had a hard day. Hard month, actually.”

“That’s one way of putting it.”

Lonna reached over to cover my hand with hers. “You’re not in it alone.”

At that moment, Ted reappeared with an “Aha, I thought so!” smirk. Lonna leaned back, and laughter danced in her eyes with the candlelight. As she gave her order, I glanced over the menu and picked out the first thing that sounded good: blue-cheese-stuffed beef tenderloin with port wine and mushroom sauce. It came with a salad and rolls, and my stomach growled in appreciation when my eyes landed on the dessert selection.

“Doctor Fisher?” he asked.

“She must have seen something chocolate.”

“I’ll have the tenderloin, house salad with balsamic vinaigrette, and mashed potatoes for the side.”

“Very good. I’ll get these in and check on you in a little bit.”

“He’s cute.” Lonna followed him with her eyes. “I’m a sucker for a guy with dark hair and a dimple.”

“I don’t think he considers us eligible.”

“Yeah, I caught that look.” She arched an eyebrow. “You know, that may actually work to our advantage.”

“No way.” 

“Hmmm, you’re right.” I could almost see the wheels turning as she went through the possible ramifications. “As conservative as these little towns can be, you don’t want to give the locals any reason to dislike you.”

“Not any more than they already do.”

“I doubt it. They’re just curious. Have you gotten any hostility?”

“Only from the Bowman brothers. And by the way, Peter Bowman is a creep.” I filled Lonna in on the almost-conversation I’d had with Louise about the kitchen. I lowered my voice. “And then he basically said he’d out you as a P.I. if you didn’t go by to see him tomorrow.”

She pursed her lips. “It may be a good idea. I’m sure he has a different perspective on the child disappearances.”

“It sounds like he wants to get a different perspective on you. Like with your clothes off.”

“Possibly.”

“Now you’re being evasive.”

She shrugged. “You know me. Jerks are my type.”

“And married men were mine, but I’ve sworn them off.”

“Probably a good thing. Wives’ll have you killed if you’re not careful.”

“Stick to the cute waiter.” I looked over at Ted, who opened a bottle of wine at another table.

“I don’t think he’d find me eligible from either his or my perspective.”

“You never know. We’re probably totally confusing his gay-dar right now.”

“Oh, he’ll know. They always do.”

Our food, carried by Ted himself as well as a regular waiter, arrived, and we didn’t speak for a few minutes.

“How is yours?” I asked.

“Excellent. I’m jealous.”

“Of what?”

“That you get to live up here among the rich and culinarily spoiled. And you get a kick-ass kitchen. All you need is a butler and you’re all set.”

“‘Culinarily?’” I laughed. “Is that a word?”

“It is now.”

Before I could reply, the door opened and let in a draught of cool air. I shivered and turned to see Kyra Ellison and Leonard Bowman.

“Isn’t that Peter’s brother?” Lonna asked as she craned her neck to follow their progress to the bar. Leonard’s eyes scanned the room. Kyra frowned, almost pouted.

“Yep, that’s Leonard.”

“Who’s the sulky woman?”

“Her name is Kyra Ellison. She’s the one I told you about.”

“She certainly looks like a snob.” Lonna studied her with narrowed eyes, then tossed her hair. Threat dismissed. I wished I felt the same.

The couple took seats at the bar, and Leonard held up two fingers. I don’t know if it was the lighting, but I hadn’t noticed before how slender and graceful his hands were. I pictured him running them through his thick, dark hair while thinking or gripping a steering wheel as he maneuvered winding mountain roads in his rugged four-wheel drive, or running them over my—

Stop it, I told myself. The last thing I needed was to become attracted to another attached man. And Kyra Ellison had definitely attached herself to Leonard.

“I know that look,” Lonna murmured. She held up her wineglass. “Here’s to the Bowman men, unattainable yet irresistible.”

“I don’t know about that,” I grumbled but clinked her glass with mine anyway.

“How about some chocolate? It’ll cure a broken heart.”

“Two nights in a row?”

“Is that what you tell your lovers?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Depends on the lover.”

“Touché.”

Ted came over and took our dessert and coffee orders. I ordered a Chocolate Insanity, which proved to be a chocolate mousse filling in a cookie crust. Lonna opted for crème brulée.

I had deliberately averted my eyes from the bar, so when I glanced up after dessert, I was surprised to see Leonard and Kyra still there. Whatever disagreement they’d had seemed to have been resolved, and they laughed as he tucked a stray ebony curl behind her ear. I tried to ignore the finger of pain that poked my heart. Robert had loved to do just that as we talked over after-dinner drinks. On the nights his wife had been out of town. I envied Leonard and Kyra their freedom. They looked like lovers who didn’t care that others knew they were together.

Ted’s voice startled me out of my observations. “Your check has been taken care of.”

“By whom?” I asked.

“Your admirer.”

“My admirer?” He was definitely looking at me.

“He said to tell you he hoped you enjoyed your dinner.”

“Wow,” Lonna said. “I wonder who it could be.”

As we left, I glanced toward the bar. For an instant Leonard’s eyes flicked our way, and when they met mine, my heart skipped a beat. I wondered if that’s what it felt like to be enchanted. It only lasted the moment it took to walk out of Tabitha’s and into the cool night air.

“Where to now?” I asked.

“I guess we should stop avoiding it. We have to go back to your grandfather’s house sometime.”

“I know.” I sighed and wished we had explored the place during daylight. Who knew what might lurk there after dark?

Rise of the Blood

Lucienne Diver

Weddings can be war.

Latter-Day Olympians, Book 3

Great. Tori Karacis’s face is on the front of yet another tabloid “news”paper, linked to Hollywood hottie Apollo Demas. It was ONE dinner, and she was pissed with him at the time. But that’s the least of her worries. Just before leaving for her cousin’s destination wedding in Delphi, she learns that her arch nemeses, Zeus and Poseidon, have escaped police custody.

Despite looking forward to seeing Detective Nick Armani in a tux, her bad pre-flight jitters are confirmed when Apollo, with his sexy new co-star on his arm, boards the same plane. A plane that a freak storm nearly tears out of the sky.

What awaits them atop Mount Parnassus is even more deadly. A prophecy, a kidnapping, and a bloodletting that stirs up the mother of all trouble—literally. Rhea is awakened, and she’s none too happy with her offspring for losing their usurped dominion over the Earth.

The Olympians have fallen. It’s time for the Titans to rise again. Which means it’ll be a bad day for anyone standing in their way.

Warning: Bloodbath or blissful union…either way, the stakes are high in this destination Delphi wedding high atop the peaks of Mount Parnassus. Passions will flare, Titans will rise, monsters will awake, blood will boil and some will spill.

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