Free Runaway Vampire by Lynsay Sands

sink. It would go flying at the first turn or stop if he didn’t, she thought, and risked aglance over her shoulder. Her attention was caught then as she noted the RV had been cleaned up. There were no more items littering the floor. Everything had been stowed away and all the doors and drawers were now closed once more.
    â€œEyes on the road,” Dante said mildly, catching her looking when he turned to head back toward the front seats.
    Mary turned forward again, but said, “Thank you for cleaning up.”
    â€œIt was my fault,” Dante said simply as he reached her side. He didn’t immediately take his seat again, however, but scooted Bailey out of the way, and knelt where the dog had been lying.
    Mary glanced warily toward him to see that he was eyeing her solemnly.
    â€œYou are tired,” he announced. “And no doubt hungry.”
    â€œI’m fine,” Mary said quietly.
    â€œI can either feed you, or I will take over driving. Your choice.”
    â€œI’m fine,” Mary repeated, swallowing nervously as she considered both options.
    â€œYou are afraid because you are attracted to me,” Dante announced with amusement and Mary scowled at the road.
    â€œSomeone has an ego on them,” she growled. “I am not attracted to you. You’re a child. I’m an older woman. I like big boys.”
    â€œI am a big boy,” Dante said easily, managing not to sound like a braggart as he stated the obvious. And it was obvious. The man stood at least six feet eight, and his shoulder breadth was breathtaking. He was like a wall beside her, even on his knees.
    â€œI meant a grown-up,” she said irritably.
    â€œI am older than I look,” he assured her mildly. “And I know you are attracted to me. Your heart rate and breathing pick up every time I am near you.”
    Mary glanced at him sharply at that comment, and froze when she noted that the silver flecks in his black eyes appeared to have at least doubled in number. It almost seemed like they were glowing too, she noted faintly.
    â€œThe road,” he reminded her and Mary tore her gaze from him to concentrate on the road again, but she couldn’t get his eyes out of her mind. She’d never seen eyes like his before. So deep and dark and beautiful at first, and now glowing with silver like fine jewels.
    â€œYou must eat,” Dante announced and her sandwich suddenly appeared in front of her face.
    Mary peered at it reluctantly, but shook her head.
    â€œCome,” he coaxed, pressing it against her lips. “If you will not let me feed you, I will take your place at the wheel. I will lift you up, slip under you and take over driving.”
    Mary actually felt the way her heart jumped at the suggestion. It then began to beat away at an accelerated rate that was almost scary. She had an old ticker. It shouldn’t be this active.
    â€œSee?” There was no mistaking the satisfaction in Dante’s voice. “Your heartbeat is racing at the thought of my hands on you.”
    â€œMy heart is racing with anger at your insolence,” she countered shortly. “Did no one ever teach you to respect your elders?”
    â€œMary, you must—”
    â€œYour friends are dropping back,” Mary interrupted and Dante immediately lowered the sandwich and turned his gaze to the rear camera view. They both watched silently as the van behind them grew smaller on the screen. It had grown to about half size when a pickup pulled in front of it and between them.
    â€œDo you think they’re giving up on you?” she asked.
    â€œI am not sure. I must call Lucian to see if they got Tomasso out,” he muttered and set her sandwich back on the dashboard before standing to move to the back of the RV.
    Mary relaxed a little the moment he wasn’t hovering at her side. Honestly, the man was just overwhelming. His size, his scent, and his sexy deep voice with its charming accent