Damon (The Protectors #1)(28)

“I call bullshit Nicole.” Pam snorted, leaning back in her chair eying Nicole, shaking her head. “You have the biggest most open heart I have ever seen. You give so much of yourself, never asking for anything. I have seen the way you look at Damon and I would bet my bony butt you are half way in love with him already.”

Her stomach felt hollow as she sat listening to Pam knowing she was right, but she could handle it. “I don't even know him that well Pam. I mean, come on, give me a break. Have you never had hot monkey sex with someone without a proposal of everlasting love, etc. etc.?”

Eyes popping wide, Pam laughed out so loud, it sounded more like a scream. Suddenly, Nicole's small office was filled with vampire as they busted into the room, guns drawn. Both women screamed, Pam falling out of her chair. After her initial shock, Nicole slapped her hand across her mouth laughing uncontrollably.

“What is it!?” Jared's eyes roamed the room, looking for trouble.

Picking herself up from the floor Pam looked at Nicole, more laughter bubbled up. “Girl talk.”

“Girl talk?” Jared shouted in disbelief. “Jesus, we thought someone was being killed. We heard a scream.”

“Actually that was me laughing.” Pam snorted. “Sorry, but it was her fault.”

Putting their weapons away Jared rolled his eyes at Damon. “Girl talk.” He turned to walk out of the room disgusted. “Next time you have a girl talk warn us if there is going to be screaming please. Scared the shit out of me.”

Damon glanced at Nicole. “You okay?” His eyes lowered half mast making him look sexy as hell.

“Dandy.” Nicole smiled, her stomach flip flopping all over the place.

He turned to leave but before he did a wicked grin tipped his lips and he left with a wink.

“Yep, you're a goner.” Pam sighed shaking her head at Nicole's dewy eyed stare following Damon out the door.

“Shut up Pam before I throw something heavier than that paperweight.”

“Where to?” Damon got behind the wheel glancing at her. He absolutely refused to step foot in her car and demanded he drive. Nicole agreed without any problems since her car was on its last wheel.

Nicole gave him the address watching him input it into his GPS wondering if Mitch would splurge for one. It sure would come in handy with all the places she had to go. Maybe she would catch him in a good mood one day. Yeah, right.

“What were you guys talking about with Mitch?” Nicole ask as he pulled onto the highway. When she had her caseload packed up she went looking for him so they could get going and found him and Jared in Mitch's office.

“Better security at your offices.” Damon checked his review mirror merging into traffic. “Even when this is over the security should be better. As many people as you piss off on a daily basis they need better security.”

Nicole rolled her eyes. “What did he say?” She didn't piss that many people off and certainly not on a daily basis.

“He agreed and is going to let our team head it up.”

Well, there went the GPS. “Do you really think that's necessary?” Since the club incident there hadn't been any attempts on her life or even a hint that anyone wanted her dead.

“Yeah, I do.” Damon eyed her. “Just because nothing has happened doesn't mean they gave up. These people don't give up, Nicole. Not by a long shot.”

“Well, aren't you Sally sunshine.” Nicole snorted. “It's the third house on the right.”

“You need to take this more serious.” Damon followed her up to the door, his gaze watching the sexy sway of her hips. Yeah, listen to who's talking. They were talking about her life and he couldn't take his eyes off her curvy ass.

“I am taking it seriously. I just don't like having my life dictated to me.” Knocking on the door Nicole peeked back catching him looking not at her face. Heat flared through her body. She had never experienced a man like Damon paying attention to her in any way, let alone checking out her ass and damn, wasn't that a turn on.

His eyes rising to hers he stepped up onto the porch beside her. “Better dictated to than dead.”

Before she could respond the door swung open showing a six year old vampire jumping up and down clapping his hands. “Nicki...Nicki....” He shouted, laughing in delight tiny fangs dipping below his upper lip.

“Hey there Munchkin.” Nicole tapped him on the nose. “Where's your mom and dad?”

“Goodness Austin.” His mom came up smiling. “Calm down and let them in.”

Austin took off running around the house calling Nicole's name sending the dog running for cover.

“Well, he sure looks happy Betty.” Nicole chuckled as she stepped inside, Damon close on her heels.

“We all are, thanks to you.” Betty Rawlins smiled, her eyes bright with tears.

Uncomfortable with the praise she turned to Damon. “Betty, this is Damon DeMaster's. He's helping out on some of our cases so he's riding along with me today.”

Damon stuck out his hand and took Betty's hand in a gentle grasp. “It's nice to meet you Ma'am.” Damon smiled stepping back.

“Lord, call me Betty.” She giggled blushing. “Look at me keeping you all standing in the doorway. Come in and have a seat.”