Free Vampire, Interrupted by Lynsay Sands Page A

detectives. Holding out her hand, she said, “I’ll look into that if you give it to me.”

    Julius shook his head. “I have it. You already have a job.”
    Marguerite narrowed her eyes. He didn’t sound the least angry as he mentioned the case to find his son’s mother. Considering how long he’d kept the secret and the fact that he’d come here to try to convince them to head home, he was being rather pleasant. It just made her suspicious.
    “These are good,” Tommaso commented.
    Marguerite glanced his way in time to see him pop the last of his sandwich into his mouth. Her gaze then moved back to the plate, noting that there was only one left. She forced herself to look away from the temptation.
    “Christian said to give you two these,” Dante said and handed a card key to Marguerite and another to Julius, listing off the room numbers as he did.
    “We already delivered the luggage to the rooms,” Tommaso added, accepting the last sandwich when Julius held out the plate.
    Marguerite watched enviously as he consumed half of it in one bite, and then couldn’t stand it any longer and stood up.
    “I would like to go to my room.”
    “Of course,” Julius said, getting smoothly to his feet. “I shall see you up.”
    “No, no,” Marguerite waved him off, eager to get to her room now. “I know the room number. I can find it. You go ahead and join the boys in the pub. I’m sure Dante and Tommaso have more to report.”
    She turned, then, to walk away, but paused when he said, “We’re sharing a suite.”
    Turning back, she raised an eyebrow.

    “I arranged for two suites next to each other,” he explained. “I thought the boys could take the two bedrooms of one suite, and Marcus and I will share one bedroom in the second suite, while you take the other.”
    Julius looked as if he expected her to be upset by this news, but she wasn’t. The fact was she had her own room, and she was the only one with her own room. And she really wanted to get up there and order something to eat.
    “Fine,” she said quickly and glanced to Tommaso and Dante. “I’d like an hour to unpack and rest a bit, but could you ask Tiny and Christian to meet me after that so we can discuss matters?”
    She waited for both men to nod, and then left the table to find her room.

Five

    Marguerite let herself into the room using the key Julius had given her, and then paused inside the door to peer around. She’d entered the suite through the door leading into the actual bedroom she would be using, but there were two open doors leading off of it. One led into the en suite bathroom, the other led into the sitting room between the bedroom she occupied and the one Marcus and Julius were to share. It was nice, but all art deco and she’d actually preferred the décor in the Dorchester.
    Closing the door between her room and the sitting room, she picked up the book listing the hotel’s available facilities and leafed through until she found the room service menu. She scanned it briefly, then moved to the phone and quickly punched the button for room service. Her gaze slid around the room asshe waited, and Marguerite wasn’t at all surprised to find her luggage there. Dante and Tommaso had seen to it as efficiently as expected, no doubt leaving it at the desk when they’d arrived, to be delivered to all of their rooms while they went to the restaurant.
    Marguerite straightened as her call was answered and placed her order, requesting that it come directly to her door, not the sitting room door, then hung up and stood to walk to the window. Tugging the curtains open, she peered out on the city at night, noting that while her room had a balcony, they weren’t on the top floor. She suspected Julius had arranged it that way to increase safety, bypassing the penthouses on the top floor for superior suites on the fourth floor, halfway up the hotel, overlooking Brooks Mews. The man was obviously used to handling matters and was good with