"I've had breakfast."
"What, you've never heard of a second breakfast? We're never going to make a good hobbit out of you, are we?"
I grinned. Rhoan and Liander had been on a Lord of the Rings kick of late, and could practically recite the old movies word for word-although neither of them had gotten around to reading the books. Rhoan wasn't much of a reader, and Liander had never gotten past the first few chapters-although he kept picking the book up, and did get a little bit farther each time.
"I'll be into second, third, and fourth breakfasts, you know that." All this good sex made a gal hungry. Besides, I needed to keep my iron intake up to avoid problems with the amount of blood Quinn was taking.
"Meet you at Beans in ten, then."
"Will do." I hung up and punched the call button. The elevator answered straight away, zooming me down to the parking levels.
Rhoan was already waiting by the time I got there, and drew me into a bear hug. "Nice to see you again."
"Says the wolf who's always off gallivanting with his mate."
He grinned and took my arm, guiding me to a booth. "The flat does get a little crowded with the three of us there all the time."
I slid into the booth, punched an order of hazelnut coffee and pancakes into the electronic ordering machine, then slid my credit card through the appropriate slot.
"So," I said, as Rhoan repeated the process. "Tell me about the undercover job."
"It's at a gay strip bar." Anticipation glinted brightly in his silver eyes. Like most wolves, Rhoan was a exhibitionist by nature, and he loved flaunting the wares.
But he was also addicted to sex-or rather, the danger of sex with a man who might well be his prey. He might be committed to Liander, but when it came to work, all bets were off. And Liander, knowing of his addiction, had given his blessing.
"Who's the target?"
"No one specific. Apparently the club is one Armel visited quite often. Jack wants me undercover there to see if there's any whispers as to what might have happened."
"Armel was bisexual?"
He nodded. "Apparently many old vampires are. I suppose restricting yourself to one gender does tend to limit your food source."
That was true. But it made we wonder if Jack, or Quinn, ever had male lovers. Neither of them had mentioned it, but I guess it wasn't something you just dropped into casual conversation.
"Why doesn't he just ask the owners himself? Or better yet, go there and do a mind sweep of the patrons?"
A waitress appeared with our coffees. Rhoan gave her a smile of thanks before saying, "Because the club is an underground one, and owned by two powerful vamps who run the business along the same lines as many wolf clubs. He's afraid that if we go in there in an official capacity, everyone will either disappear or clam up."
"So these vampires are older than Jack?"
"Apparently."
Hence Quinn's warning that Jack would be restricted in what he could do and ask. I sipped my coffee then said, "Have you talked to Liander about it?"
He smiled. "He was first cab off the stand. Sorry, sis, I love you and all, but he gives good sex."
I picked up a sugar packet and threw it at him. "Idiot. Of course you'd tell him first. He's your mate."
"Yeah." He paused, then said, "It takes a bit of getting used to, doesn't it? Having someone living with us, I mean."
"Yeah. But it's also good, because we have more than just each other now. We have Liander."
"I guess." He paused. "I sometimes miss the peace of you and me, though."
"Because it's only been a few weeks. We've been alone for practically forever." I glanced up as the waitress delivered my pancakes and Rhoan's fried breakfast, thanking her before adding, "You're not getting cold feet again, are you? Because I promise you, I will smack you."
He laughed. "No, everything's fine. As you said, it's just taking some adjustment."