Free Vampire, Interrupted by Lynsay Sands Page B

details…like her son Bastien.
    The thought made her turn and move to the phone again. She had to call him and have the blood forwarded to her new hotel. She also wanted to check on her daughter. Lissianna was in the last weeks of her first pregnancy. She could go into labor at any time and Marguerite was almost as excited and nervous for her daughter as Lissianna no doubt was herself.
    Before leaving for England, Marguerite had made each of her sons, nieces, and nephews promise to contact her the moment her daughter went into labor. If that happened before she finished this case, Marguerite would drop everything and fly home at once. Christian had waited five hundred years to find his mother and surely wouldn’t mind a delay of a week or so if necessary. She hoped. It was a shame if he didmind because nothing was going to keep her from her daughter’s side in her time of need.
    The phone had barely begun to ring when Marguerite noticed the digital clock on the bedside table and saw the time. It wasn’t even nine o’clock at night yet here in England, which meant it wasn’t even four o’clock in the afternoon back home. Bastien would still be in bed, she realized, and quickly hung up, hoping that the half ring hadn’t roused him. She’d just have to wait another couple of hours and then try again, Marguerite thought with a little sigh, but then wondered if she couldn’t call the UK office of Argeneau Enterprises herself to arrange for the blood to be brought here. Bastien had given her a contact number for the UK offices just in case something like this arose.
    The number was in her address book in her purse. She just had to—
    Marguerite’s thoughts died abruptly when a knock sounded at the door. Standing, she crossed to the door and pulled it open, a smile curving her lips at the sight of the attendant with the food trolley standing outside her door.
    There were three shiny silver covers on her trolley. One hid a bowl of pea and mint soup, another covered a plate holding salad and a steak cooked rare, the third protected an English trifle. Admittedly, it was more than a light snack, but Marguerite hadn’t been able to make up her mind about what she wanted. Besides, she didn’t plan to eat it all, she assured herself. Just a little of this, a little of that…
    Half an hour later Marguerite had pretty much laidwaste to the food and was just finishing off the luscious trifle when someone knocked at her door. Stiffening, she glanced guiltily at the table of food, then set down her trifle and moved warily to answer the door. She relaxed a little when she saw it was Tiny and stepped back, pulling the door wide for him to enter.
    “Hi.” Tiny grinned as he stepped into the room. “Christian should be here soon, we—” He paused abruptly, eyes widening incredulously as he spotted the food trolley across the room. Shock on his face, he said with confusion, “You’re eating. You don’t eat.”
    Marguerite sighed and urged him out of the way so she could close the door. The whole hotel didn’t need to hear this. Sheesh!
    “Sit down,” she ordered as she moved back to the table.
    “Marguerite. You don’t eat. The whole time I’ve been with you, first in California and then the three weeks here, you do not eat. What is going on?” He paused before her, his eyes suddenly widening. “You’ve met your lifemate!”
    “Don’t be ridiculous,” Marguerite snapped and gave him a push to make him sit down when he continued to loom over her. She scowled at him briefly for even making such an indecent suggestion. Met her lifemate? Never! She’d been married once and while Jean Claude hadn’t been a true lifemate, he’d certainly been an excellent teacher and Marguerite had learned her lesson well. She would never willingly marry again. Even if she met a proper lifemate, she was sure she wouldn’t ever allow a man to have power over her again.

    “Well, then why are you eating?” he asked, eyes narrowed with