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Dangerous Moonlight by Angela Castle
 Ahhh, Miss Myles, glad to see you awake. You slept so long we
feared you would never wake. I am Ana, housekeeper for Mr. Neman. He
left us with very strict instructions to take the very best care of you.
 Um, thanks, where is he?
 Mr. Neman had to go see to some business; as you know, he s a
very busy man.
Nessa wondered if the housekeeper knew of his ex-god,
demon-hunting status.
 But come, come, you must be hungry. It s not often I get to
prepare meals here for other than Mr. Neman s employees. A real guest is
a rare treat. You must mean a great deal to him never has he brought a
woman as lovely as you here. Her smile held genuine warmth, and she
never seemed to draw breath as she spoke; she made Nessa look an
amateur in the speed-talking department.
 So, he does bring women here? The question was out of her
mouth before she could stop it.
Ana smiled, leading her into a large kitchen with dark marbled
benches and stainless steel appliances.  Oh, no, no, you are the first, my
dear.
Ana s statement actually comforted her Neman didn t bring
women home. The cooking smells assaulted Nessa s nose, and her
stomach growled.
 Oh, you must be starving. Ana pushed her into a chair, setting a
large glass of orange juice in front of her.
 I could eat a horse and chase the jockey. I swear this baby is eating
more than me.
Ana s eyebrows shot up.  Embarazada? El bebé?
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 Sorry, I um, don t speak any language other than English and
Australian slang.
 You are having Mr. Neman s baby? Ana was quick to translate
with a curious gaze.
 Aaahhh, I, um, well, yes. Nessa felt her face flush from
embarrassment. It was a bad habit of hers to let her mouth run away
before her brain could catch up. Nessa was unsure if she should have let it
slip that she was pregnant, but on the other hand, if Neman trusted this
woman with his home, surely knowing about the baby wouldn t matter.
 Sorry, I m not sure if I should be telling anyone.
Ana simply grinned broadly.  No, no, this is wonderful news.
Congratulations, my dear. The woman gripped her into a bear hug,
wobbling the stool she sat on.  Oh, now I understand Mr. Neman s
instructions to take very special care of you. Releasing her, Ana busied
herself beating eggs, frying things on the stovetop, slicing and dicing.
Within ten minutes, she had made pancakes, fluffy eggs, and crispy bacon
and had placed a large plate of fresh fruit before her.
Nessa happily tucked in.  This is my first trip to L.A., she said
between bites.  I don t know how to explain it, but I kind of don t have
any clothes with me. My, um, clothes kind of got destroyed. Along with
my whole apartment, she added silently.
 No need to explain, Miss Myles. I have already been instructed to
get you anything you wish. I ll get you some of my clothes, for now. But
you cannot be in Los Angeles without going shopping; lots of pretty
maternity clothes will be needed, I think. She walked to an intercom,
pressing a button and firing off in rapid Spanish. A male voice replied.
Nessa was getting more excited by the moment. By the eager gleam
in Ana s eyes, so was she. Nessa had always wanted to travel, and who
could turn down a shopping spree? She figured if Neman was footing the
bill, why not enjoy the experience.
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 It will be so enjoyable; you are going to love the shops here in L.A.
Nothing but the best for Mr. Neman s lady.
Nessa popped a strawberry into her mouth with a smile; maybe
belonging to Neman had more perks than just having his hot bod.
* * * * *
Neman had teleported back to Sydney to personally check on this
so-called friend of Vanessa s, yet he was unable to find any sign of him.
He also wanted to check the residue traces of the demons that had
attacked them last night. Any good hunter knows that knowing your
enemy makes you better able to kill them. The human police and fire
department had sectioned off her apartment. From what he d heard from
people who lived in the area, they had blamed a gas leak for all the
damage done. Neman sniffed at the singed areas the energy bolts had
damaged; not many kinds of creatures could cause this kind of
destruction. From the sulfuric odor, he knew they were Shadow demons,
which meant Belshazzar was after Vanessa, and they would have pilfered
her imaged from some of the photos around the room. Neman picked up
a small photo in a broken frame, Vanessa smiling her mischievous smile
with her arm slung casually around a tall, dusty blond man. This must be
the Darren she was so fond of. Neman bit back the jealous rage brewing
inside; gay or not, he didn t like the idea of her being around other men. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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