Immortal Angel (Argeneau #31) - Lynsay Sands Page 0,103

at the university here in Toronto, and more than fair about her vigilante activities in Montana. He could have had her executed twice now and hadn’t. She would just have to hope that fairness continued in this instance.

Straightening her shoulders, she nodded. “Let’s get it over with then.”

Fourteen

They were halfway to the Enforcer house before Ildaria noticed that she wasn’t wearing any shoes. She also hadn’t put on stockings or even brushed her hair, she realized. She supposed the hair was forgivable; she was stressed out and anxious about meeting the man who had hunted and haunted her for two hundred years. But she had to wonder how she could have left her apartment, walked out to the car and got in without stockings or shoes on.

“I’m sorry,” Mirabeau said suddenly from the front passenger seat. “I was so busy watching to be sure Villaverde hadn’t sent his men to snatch you in transit, that I didn’t notice what you were or weren’t wearing.”

Ildaria glanced at her with surprise at the comment. The woman had obviously read her mind again, but had no need to apologize for not noticing her barefoot state. She herself couldn’t have said what Mirabeau was wearing on her feet right now. She just didn’t look at people’s feet very often and doubted if many people did. Besides, this situation was a tense one. She, G.G., and his parents were all very worried about the coming meeting, and the Enforcers were all concerned about watching for possible attacks. Ildaria wasn’t surprised that none of them had noticed she was shoeless.

“No bare skin to bare skin,” Mirabeau said suddenly and Ildaria followed the Enforcer’s gaze to where G.G.’s hand now hovered over hers. Obviously, he’d been about to hold her hand to offer her comfort and been stopped just before clasping it. Now he rubbed her arm there through her blouse instead. Ildaria smiled at him in gratitude, but it really didn’t have as much impact as his holding her hand would have had.

“Here.”

She and G.G. shifted their attention to Mirabeau to see her holding out a pair of gloves. They were bright blue and made up of some kind of thin material, either rubber or silicone, it looked to her. Obviously meant for the Enforcers to use when cleaning up blood or any other wet work they encountered.

G.G. accepted the gloves and managed, with some effort, to pull one on over his large left hand. He then reached out and clasped her ungloved hand, his fingers threading with hers.

“Sam will have shoes at the house you can borrow,” Mirabeau said now.

“Shoes?” G.G. peered down at her feet, and then back up to her face with amazement. “We forgot your shoes.”

Ildaria smiled at the “we,” as if it was his responsibility to see she had shod feet. “It’s fine,” she assured him, and then asked Mirabeau, “You don’t happen to have a brush, do you?” Glancing to G.G. she added, “I forgot to brush my hair too.”

“Your hair looks beautiful,” G.G. assured her.

Ildaria doubted that, but didn’t say as much and simply looked back to Mirabeau hopefully.

“No,” the woman said apologetically. “I don’t fuss much with my hair when on the job.”

“Like you, Beau’s a natural beauty and doesn’t need to fuss,” Tiny said, meeting her gaze in the rearview mirror, and then added, “You look good. You have that sexy tousled look going on.”

Ildaria smiled at him for the kind words.

“Crap,” G.G. said suddenly and pulled out his cell phone.

“What is it?” Ildaria asked with concern.

“I forgot about H.D.,” he muttered, thumbing through his contacts. “I should have let him out to relieve himself before we left. I’ll just call Sofia and ask her to do it now and to keep an eye on him while we’re gone.”

“She doesn’t have keys to my place,” Ildaria told him with a frown.

“Damn,” G.G. breathed, pausing with his thumb hovering over the phone face as he considered the problem, and then he nodded. “I’ll have her grab my spare keys out of my office. There’s a master key on it that opens every door. She can use that. If that’s okay with you?” he added, giving her the opportunity to say no.

“Of course,” Ildaria said at once. “We can’t just leave the little guy there alone and hungry.” Clucking her tongue with irritation, she added, “I can’t believe we forgot about him.”

G.G. smiled faintly at her using “we” too, and then finished placing the call and raised the phone

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