The Lady Is a Vamp (15 page)

“He smiles more with you around. And he doesn’t seem so sad all the time anymore,” Livy said simply. “He’s been very sad as long as I can remember. I thought it was my fault, but Grandma says its because Mommy died. She says he misses her. But he doesn’t seem to miss her so much with you around.”

Jeanne Louise hesitated, but then asked, “Is that all right with you? If he likes me?”

“ ’Course,” she said with a grin. “I like you too. Besides, he’ll need someone to make him smile when I go to heaven.”

Her own smile freezing in place, Jeanne Louise peered at the child’s innocent face and felt her heart squeeze.

“I’m done. You can put me down now,” Livy announced, forcing her from her momentary stillness.

Jeanne Louise lowered the girl to the floor, quickly washed her own hands, and then snatched a couple of sheets of paper towel from the dispenser for the two of them. Once done, they tossed the paper towels and headed out of the washroom. It wasn’t until they’d stepped out into the food court that she realized she’d been so distracted by her unexpected feeding that she’d forgotten to go to the bathroom.

Eight

“A
re we going swimming when we get back?” Livy asked excitedly as Paul buckled her into her seat.

“As soon as we’re at the cottage and get everything out of the car,” Paul said, finishing his task and straightening to close the door. He glanced through the front passenger window as he did, frowning when he noted how pale and tight Jeanne Louise’s expression was. His gaze slid back to his daughter. Livy was still awake and smiling. Frowning, he opened the passenger door and leaned in.

“Jeanie?” he said, worry crowding his thoughts as he noted that her complexion was actually gray, her teeth clenched, and the muscles of her jaw jumping. While she turned to peer at him, Paul would swear she didn’t really see him. Her concentration was wholly internal on the pain she was suffering as she worked to keep his little girl from feeling it. The headaches were getting worse, taking more out of her each time, he acknowledged. They could bring an end to them if she’d just turn his daughter. But then he hadn’t asked her to do that yet. Paul supposed he’d hoped she’d suggest it, and she still might. But if she didn’t soon, he’d have to. The increasing speed and harshness of Livy’s headaches made him suspect they were running out of time.

“Put her to sleep,” he said quietly, and then had to repeat the suggestion more firmly because Jeanne Louise didn’t seem to understand. Or perhaps she hadn’t heard. Whatever the case, after he said it the second time some of the tension seemed to ease from her face and Paul peered into the backseat to see his sweet daughter was sleeping.

He sighed, some of his own tension easing as well. He didn’t want his daughter to suffer, but felt no better knowing Jeanne Louise was doing so in her place.

Paul turned back to the woman to see that she was rubbing her head with her fingers, trying to massage away any lingering pain. He immediately raised his own fingers to her scalp to join her in the effort, moving his fingers in firm circles on her head.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as he worked.

Jeanne Louise mumbled wearily in response, though he wasn’t sure what she said or if she’d even heard what he’d said.

Paul sighed and used his fingers on her head to draw her forward and kiss her forehead gently, and then he eased her back in her seat. “Sleep on the way back,” he said softly as he did up her seat belt. “A nap will do you good.”

Straightening, Paul stepped out of the way and closed the door, then walked around to the driver’s side and got in to start the engine. Jeanne Louise’s eyes were closed as he pulled out of the parking spot, so it came as something of a surprise when she suddenly sucked in her breath beside him with a hissing sound.

He’d just brought them to a halt at the lights at the parking lot exit. Paul glanced to her sharply at the sound, but couldn’t at first tell what was wrong. Jeanne Louise’s head was sideways on the headrest, turned toward the window. He started to reach toward her, to see if she was all right, and then his eyes slid past her to the vehicle next to them: A blue van with a dark-skinned woman at the wheel. The woman was staring straight at Jeanne Louise, her eyes flashing gold. He’d seen enough immortal eyes to recognize them and felt his own heart jump in his chest.

“Get us out of here,” Jeanne Louise suddenly growled, swiveling her head away from the window to reveal a face stark with alarm.

Paul glanced from her to the woman and then turned to peer forward and hit the gas as the light turned green for them. He reacted instinctively, turning left onto the main road, cutting off oncoming traffic from the plaza across from them. He felt his heart thud again at the sound of wheels screeching in protest, and then flushed guiltily as he realized what he’d done. Fortunately, no one hit them and other than a couple of annoyed honks and no doubt some cursing that he couldn’t hear, nothing happened. Paul glanced in the rearview mirror as he roared up the road, half afraid the van too might have turned against traffic and would be following them, but the van had been in the next lane over that was supposed to cross over into the plaza and it had done exactly that. That didn’t mean it wouldn’t now turn and come back out to follow them, though, he acknowledged.

“You have to get off this road
now
,” Jeanne Louise said urgently, swiveling in her seat to peer out the rear window. He knew she had better eyesight than he did. For all he knew she could see the van and knew it was following. Paul didn’t question her, but simply shifted into the right lane and took the first road right and then the very next left. He continued like that, taking turn after turn until Jeanne Louise slowly relaxed and eased back to sit in her seat. “I think we lost them.”

Paul nodded, but continued taking turns a few more times before pulling over in a residential area to turn on his GPS and punch in the motel in Ipperwash. He was quite sure they’d lost the woman in the van, but in the process he’d got himself lost.

“Who was she?” Paul asked as he waited for the GPS to calculate the route back to the motel.

“My stepmother, Eshe,” Jeanne Louise said wearily.

Her eyes were closed so she missed the horrified look he cast her. Dear God, of all the people to run into.

“Why didn’t you tell me your parents lived in London?” he asked with dismay.

“They don’t. They live in a small town about twenty minutes outside the city,” she explained, and then grimaced and admitted, “And I wasn’t really paying attention to where you said we were going shopping. My head hurt and—”

“Yes, of course, I’m sorry,” Paul interrupted. The little scare hadn’t done anything to ease the tension and pallor of her face. “It doesn’t matter. We lost her. They might look for us here in London, but we won’t be here. We’ll just stay out of London and stick to Ipperwash.”

“Yes,” she agreed, leaning her head back and closing her eyes.

Jeanne Louise didn’t say anything else, and Paul suspected she’d fallen asleep. It told him just how exhausted she was, because he couldn’t have slept to save his soul at that point. They had got gas and hit the instant teller in Toronto so that the Enforcers wouldn’t know which direction they’d headed and would be forced to spread their efforts over a large area. Now they would know and concentrate their search probably in London and the surrounding area. It was a lot less area to search than the entirety of Ontario. Ipperwash was only an hour away.

Of course, they might not expand the search to the surrounding area, he told himself and then pursed his lips as he considered that if her people now knew they were in London, there was no reason for him not to use the credit card to get gas and save his dwindling cash. Hell, he could even hit an instant teller and load up on cash again.

Happy with that realization, Paul punched the “Point of Interest” button and then typed in the name “Canadian Tire.” He found one far enough away from the mall they’d been at to be relatively safe and followed the directions that way.

“W
ell, what do you think?” Paul asked, dragging in the last of the bags from the car.

Jeanne Louise turned from checking the kitchen cupboards and smiled. “I think it’s lovely.”

“Yeah. A little grander than I expected,” he admitted wryly, setting down his burden. “The cottage my parents brought me to was a three-room shack with a toilet in a room that I’m sure used to be a closet.”

“Well, this definitely beats that,” she said with amusement, peering around the large open kitchen/dining area and the larger living room beyond. There were two bedrooms up a hall behind these rooms, which faced out on the street side. There was also a curving staircase between the living room and dining room that led down into a basement with another sitting area and two more bedrooms. It was nice. Probably someone’s home at one time before it was converted into a rental cottage.

The only complaint Jeanne Louise had was the endless windows everywhere. Fortunately, there were blinds she could close to escape from the relentless sun.

“Is Livy still in the car?” she asked, moving to the grocery bags first. The cupboards were filled with dishes, pots, and pans, but there was an empty cupboard for foodstuff and they’d definitely bought a lot of that in town, along with everything else.

“Yeah. Boomer’s with her, and I figure it’s better to let her sleep until we get this stuff stowed away. The minute she wakes up she’ll want to get in the water.” He glanced toward the car parked next to the screen door to the kitchen. Livy’s door was open, allowing air in and letting them keep an eye on her and the dog resting on the seat beside her.

Jeanne Louise nodded and began pulling cold food out of the bags to put in the refrigerator. The nap on the way back had done her good. She felt almost back to normal. It had cleared her thinking too though, and now she was a bit worried about Eshe’s spotting her in London. Not unduly so though. They might concentrate the search on London, but Ipperwash was an hour away. When they didn’t find them in London they would probably look further south rather than try every single town east and west of it. She suspected they’d try Chatham and Windsor first, expecting them to choose large populated areas to hide in.

With both of them working, it didn’t take long to get the food stowed away. They then turned their attention to the clothes and towels they’d bought. The cottage supplied sheets and blankets and pillows, so they made the beds after that.

Paul suggested Jeanne Louise take the large main bedroom on the ground floor while Livy took the smaller one next to it. She refused at first until he pointed out that she would be close to Livy if the child needed her in the night. In case she woke up with a headache and needed help, Jeanne Louise realized, and gave in.

She expected Paul would take one of the bedrooms downstairs, but he announced he’d sleep on the couch in the living room in case Livy needed him.

Once they made the beds, their work was pretty much done and there was no reason not to wake Livy. Leaving Paul sorting through a bunch of stuff she didn’t recognize, she went out to collect Livy. The girl was excited as all get-out when she realized they were actually at the cottage. She’d fallen asleep on the way back from town and had slept through their collecting Boomer and their things from the motel, as well as the drive here to meet the cottage owner.

While she was groggy when Jeanne Louise first roused her, the little girl was quickly awake and running the minute she set her down inside the cottage door. Boomer was hard on her heels, barking excitedly as she raced around the inside of the cottage looking in all the rooms, then attacked the small stack of clothes in the smaller room that was to be hers and began rifling through them in search of her bathing suit. She had her clothes off and was climbing into the pretty little blue one piece swimsuit she’d chosen as Jeanne Louise left the room.

She walked into the living room to find Paul in the process of blowing up a small raft. Her eyebrows rose as she glanced from it to the already inflated water wings beside him on the floor. “When did you get those? I don’t remember seeing them anywhere.”

Paul stopped blowing and blocked the opening with a finger as he explained, “At the gas station when I stopped for gas. They had some sort of promotional deal going on. Buy gas, get the raft half price kind of thing, so I picked it up. Then I saw the water wings and grabbed those too.”

“Ah.” Jeanne Louise smiled faintly and then glanced around with surprise as Livy charged into the room.

“Can we go in the water now, Daddy?” she asked eagerly, practically dancing on the spot with excitement.

“Just as soon as I finish blowing this up and change into my swim trunks,” Paul said patiently and then returned to blowing.

Livy groaned, but otherwise didn’t complain. She glanced to Jeanne Louise then though and said, “You’d better put your bathing suit on too, Jeanie. You’ll want to swim too.”

“Er . . . well . . .” Jeanne Louise shifted uncomfortably.

“There are a couple of lovely big trees out there to offer shade, and I bought a big umbrella for you too,” Paul said quietly, pausing in his blowing again. “I know you can’t actually swim until nightfall, but I thought that way you could at least sit outside with us.”

Jeanne Louise sighed and turned to make her way to her room. She had allowed Paul and Livy to cajole her into buying a bathing suit, never really expecting to wear it. It wasn’t often you saw an immortal on the beach unless they were in the middle of a stake and bake—not something any immortal wanted to happen since it was one of their more painful punishments. It was a death sentence that started with being staked out in the sun for hours, sometimes days. This forced the nanos to use up all the available blood to repair the damage caused by the heat and sun. When they ran out of blood in the veins, the nanos then attacked the muscles and finally the organs, drawing blood from them to try to keep the host alive. When the beheading that followed finally came, the victim was usually begging for it.