The Vampire's Mail Order Bride

He glanced down the street. “Town is packed tonight. I’m not sure where else we can get in.”

“Do we have to get in somewhere? Can’t we just grab a slice?”

“Of pizza?” His brows rose. “That’s okay with you?”

“All day long. Then the pet store.” Because while she was fine missing out on a snazzy dinner, she was not okay with Cappy being denied a new toy.

With a laugh, he nodded. “You got it.” He offered her his arm.

She took it, and they started walking. By the time they’d stuffed themselves on pizza, which was shockingly good despite not being made in New York, and bought one of every kind of catnip creation the pet store offered (which Hugh had insisted on paying for), she’d had a great evening even with the rocky start.

Hugh was so easy to spend time with. Maybe once they got home, Stanhill would see how good a mood Hugh was in and she could finally confess her secret. The idea scared the cookies out of her, but he was too nice a guy to keep up the lying.

Hugh drove them home, the banter between them non-stop until he pulled into the driveway and uttered a curse.

An unfamiliar car was parked ahead of them, but it had Georgia plates so Delaney saw no immediate reason to panic. “Someone you know?”

He nodded. “Someone we both know. Unfortunately. Piper.”

Hugh got out of the car and went around to open Annabelle’s door. He’d had issues with some of his exes before, but nothing like this. He was going to put an end to this business with Piper once and for all, because if he was tired of it, he could only imagine what Annabelle must be feeling.

He helped her out of the car. “I will take care of this, I promise.”

She nodded. “Be firm but kind. The poor woman is clearly not over you.”

Stanhill met them at the door. “We have company.”

Hugh frowned. “I saw her car. What room?”

“Library. I’ll be in my quarters.”

“I’d rather you come in with us,” Hugh said.

“You would?”

“In case I need her bodily removed.”

Stanhill gave a quick nod. “All right then.”

Hugh led the way into the house, Annabelle behind him and Stanhill bringing up the rear. Hugh marched straight to the library and yanked the pocket doors wide. His ex stood there in all her tiresome, blond glory. “Piper, what are you doing here?”

She stood, oblivious to his irritation. “You may not want me, but you’re going to want to listen to what I have to tell you.”

Her expression reeked of accusation, but there was no wavering in her movements. If she’d been tipsy at the pub, she was sober now. “I did a little investigating on your new girlfriend. Found some very interesting things.”

Annabelle stiffened. “You have no right to pry into my life.”

Hugh held up his hand. “I already know what you’re going to say.”

Piper frowned. “You do?”

“Yes. Ms. Givens is a client of Eternamate, a match making agency. I know that because my grandmother is the one who contracted Eternamate to find me a match.”

Piper’s eyes rounded. “Oh, I knew about that. Not the part about Elenora setting it all up, though.” Her drawl thickened when she was drunk, this time on power rather than alcohol. “That is rich, I tell you. Rich.”

Annabelle tugged on his sleeve. She looked slightly green. “Hugh, we need to talk.”

“As soon as I get Piper out of here, but if you want to leave, I understand—”

Piper’s laugh cut him off. “This really is turning out better than I expected.” She snapped her fingers at Annabelle. “Stay, sweetie, y’all gonna want to hear this.”

She sauntered toward Hugh. “I wasn’t talking about the match making thing, but that is a nice little tidbit. What I was referring to is your girlfriend here, this Annabelle Givens”—she made finger quotes around the name—“she’s an impostor. A big ol’ phony.”

“Hugh.” Annabelle’s voice sounded on the verge of a sob.

“Enough of your games, Piper.” Anger clouded Hugh’s vision for a moment. He was sick of her petty jealous and ridiculous accusations.

She splayed her fingers over her chest and grinned. “It doesn’t take a newspaper reporter to use Google, Hugh darling. You really ought to do a little more checking up on the women you invite into your home.”

“I’d say,” Stanhill groused. “Perhaps Annabelle and I should leave—”

“Stay, both of you. Piper wanted an audience. Now we can all see what a liar she is. Are you done, Piper? Because I am.” Hugh was on the verge of throwing her out. Or maybe he’d call Sheriff Merrow and see if he could have her arrested.

“I’m not lying, Hugh.” Piper’s smile widened. “Annabelle Givens is from upstate New York.”

“I already know that—”

“Where she is currently at home.” Piper inspected her nails. “I know this because I spoke with her before arriving here. She told me all about Eternamate and how her match with you was canceled by the agency.”

Her smile disappeared, and she pointed at Annabelle. “Which means this woman cannot be Annabelle Givens.”

“I’m sure there’s been some kind of mix-up.” He looked at Annabelle. “Tell her she’s wrong.”

“I can’t.” Annabelle shook her head slowly, almost dislodging the line of tears clinging to her lower lashes. “I’m so sorry.” ns class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">