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"Roberto?" Fidelia fluffed up her long, straggly black hair Unfortunately, two inches of gray showed at the roots "Is he muy macho like you?"

"Iwouldn't know" Jean-Luc retrieved his cell phone from the inside pocket of his tuxedo jacket

"He's a Scotser sword than Jean"

What the hell did thatto er than a foil, ht causes the swordsman to be more slow"

She gave hiood I like slow"

He stepped toward her "Finesse is better And do not forget experience and perfect ti I am a champion, you know"

"Right" She yawned "But you kno it is Only those who are lacking claim that size is not important"

He gritted his teeth "I lack nothing, ladly prove myself As slowly as you like"

Fidelia burst into laughter "Ooh wee, if only I enty years younger Well, make that thirty, but anyway, I'ot all the men I can handle"

Jean-Luc dragged his eyes off Heather to focus on the babysitter "You do not want Robby?"

"Hell, no, I was just foolin' with you" Fidelia hefted her large purse into her lap and fumbled inside "What would I do with a Scotsman when I have this nice German muchacho, Mr Glock" She removed a revolver, patted it fondly, and set it on the cushion beside her

She pulled out another one "Then there's Mr Makarov from Russia with love" She set the pistol next to the first one "And my Italian honey, Mr Beretta"

While Jean-Luc slipped his cell phone back into his pocket, he noticed there were trigger locks on all her pistols "How uns do you have?"

"One for every husband I went through At least these honeys don't shoot blanks" Laughing, Fidelia stuffed the pistols back into her purse "My favorite, Mr Magnum, is upstairs in my bedroom Too heavy for my purse" She winked "But talk about size - "

"Fidelia, I need so from the kitchen" Heather motioned with her head toward the back of the house

"Then go get it" Fidelia's eyes widened when Heather angled her head once ht Let e bosoo"

"Of course" He bowed slightly as Heather strode down the hallway

Fidelia waddled after her, her long skirt swishing She glanced back with an a Like her senses"

Jean-Luc eased toward the foyer to watch the in their wake, he zoomed at vampire speed out the front door to his BMW

He reed it down He hated coldhi a cold shower Just what he needed, for he was hungry for more than food

He surveyed Heather's two-story, wood-fra So different from his stone chateau north of Paris It was flawless and formal, chilly like a mausoleum This house was full of vibrant people, and looked solived in His eye for detail had noted all the signs A pair of shan spilling from a basket next to the fireplace Seat cushions on the couch that remained permanently indented A cross-stitched sa God to bless their house Exuberant artwork, obviously drawn by Heather's daughter, displayed on the mantelpiece with pride

It was a real home A real family Like he had never had Merde You would think in five hundred years, he would have gotten over it One thing was for sure, he couldn't let Lui destroy this fah, because he didn't knohen or where Lui would strike next

Jean-Luc'sof powerlessness, lurked in the shadoaiting for a moment of weakness He would not succumb For Heather's sake, he had to protect her and vanquish Lui

He scanned the yard and street before zipping back into the house He quietly shut the front door With his superior vamp senses, he heard Fidelia's whispered voice