Despite the fact he was over five hundred years old.

“Okay then, well, on that very interesting note—”

“Do you ride a motorcycle?” Ben pointed at her helmet. “Cool! Can I see it?”

“Um, sure. I guess. I mean if it’s okay with Gio…”

Giovanni nodded, probably glad he had managed to trap her into further conversation. They walked toward the parking lot and she looked over at Ben. “How did you get all the way here? Where do you guys live?”

“Well,” Giovanni started, “I happened to find an appropriate house—”

“We just live a couple blocks from here! Gio thought it would be great ‘cause he could walk to where you work instead of worrying about the driving thing. I keep telling him he should teach me to drive, and then he wouldn’t have to worry about breaking cars, but he tells me I have to wait till I’m fourteen, or at least until my feet touch the pedals.”

“So you could walk to where I work, huh?” she muttered under her breath, knowing he could hear her, even if Ben could not. He simply cocked an eyebrow at her and shrugged.

“I told you I was here for you. And the house next to yours was too small.”

“You wouldn’t—”

“Is that your bike? It’s awesome! I’ve never seen one like that. Gio, can I have—”

“No,” he said quickly and looked at her with a smirk. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear. “Very sexy. I can just imagine your legs wrapping around—”

“So, Ben,” Beatrice cleared her throat as she interrupted the thought she really didn’t want him to finish. “Want to sit on it?”

“Cool!” Ben threw his bike on the ground and scrambled over to Beatrice’s Triumph. As she helped the boy onto the back and explained some of the features of the bike, she could feel Giovanni’s gaze as if it was a physical touch. She tried to concentrate on Ben’s enthusiasm and ignore what the vampire’s eyes were doing to her heart rate.

“So,” Ben said, “are you going to take the job? He asked you already, right?”

“Wha—what job?” She looked over her shoulder at Giovanni, who was frowning and glaring at Ben in frustration. He closed his eyes and she thought she saw his lips move like he was counting.

“Oh.” Ben grinned meekly. “I guess not. Oops.”

She walked over and stood in front of Giovanni with her hands on her hips.

“What job?”

Chapter Four

Los Angeles, California

October 2009

“Tell me more about my dad.”

“Is this really the time, Beatrice?”

Giovanni looked up from the letter he was examining and around the reading room at the Huntington. They were finishing up the letters in the collection and, so far, he was relieved they hadn’t found what he was expecting.

Beatrice whispered as she paged through a journal from a Franciscan friar in San Francisco. “Since you’re not going to convince me to work for you, I think now would be an excellent time.”

“I really wish you’d reconsider.”

“I’m sure you would.”

He smirked and slipped his hand over to trace along the skin of her forearm. She batted him away, but he could still feel her heart race.

“Stop it.”

“I can almost promise my benefits package is better than the Huntington.”

He saw her trying to suppress the smile. “Did you just say ‘package?’” she snickered.

Giovanni cleared his throat and glanced at Dr. Stevens, who was looking at them. He smiled politely and nodded in the librarian’s direction.

“You are never allowed to call me juvenile again, Gio.”

“I never called you juvenile in the first place.”

She cut her eyes toward him. “You thought it, though.”

He let his eyes roam over her. “Not in a long time.”

“Nice way to distract me, by the way. Tell me about my dad.”

Giovanni rolled his eyes. “Your father is very good at hiding.”

“He never contacted me. Do you think he even knows that I want to see him?”

She had cocked her shoulders in his direction and he wished he could reach over and smooth the frown that had gathered between her eyes. “Yes, I’m quite sure he does.”

“So why wouldn’t he—”

“He’s avoiding me.”

That only caused the frown to grow. “But why would he avoid you?”

“Oh…” He cleared his throat and glanced up to see Dr. Steven’s watching them again. “You forget that he spent his formative vampire years with Lorenzo. I very much doubt my son has any nice things to say about me.”

“But you said he would hate Lorenzo.”

“And I’m sure he hates Lorenzo’s sire, as well.”

He saw her face fall a little. “But, you’ve protected me. You’ve…you said I was seen as ‘yours’ so wouldn’t he know you were protecting me?”

Giovanni scanned one letter and began on another. “I’m sure he doesn’t know what to think. And he’s been quite elusive, so I’m sure he doesn’t trust me.”

Beatrice fell silent. They both worked quietly as the minutes passed. He was running out of time. He knew they would find the provenance on the journal eventually, or he would run out of research material, and then he would have no regular excuse to see her since she refused to quit her job and come work for him.