. ? It wasn’t her style, but Sofia had guaranteed it would drive G.G. mad. Ildaria wasn’t so sure herself. She might as well stand around naked as wear the sheer white nightgown. It looked like it had been made from a bride’s veil, and to her mind was as obvious as that Fuck me sign Sofia had mentioned.
In fact, maybe wearing a sign would be good, Ildaria thought as she opened her door and slid out, dragging the bags with her. At least, with a sign, he couldn’t misunderstand what she—
“Ms. Pimienta?”
Ildaria paused to eye the approaching man who had spoken. He was coming from a dark sedan parked next to G.G.’s pickup. Which she would have noticed if she hadn’t been distracted checking the time and thinking about the seduction paraphernalia she’d brought home with her. Honestly, she’d spent nearly two centuries in a hyper state of awareness, always double and triple checking any area she entered or moved through. Now, suddenly she was flouncing about like an idiot, not looking around at all. This was how a girl got dead . . . or harassed by the FBI, she thought as she recognized the man.
His name was Jack Barr. He was the FBI agent she’d saved from a pack of gang members in Montana. Which had put the FBI on her tail there.
But as far as she knew the FBI hadn’t got anywhere close to figuring out who she was or tracking her down in Montana. How the devil had the man found her here?
She didn’t ask. Instead, while she normally avoided it, Ildaria read his mind . . . and nearly blushed at his thoughts. The man was terribly excited. He was sure he’d found his “angel” at last. Fortunately, he didn’t think of her that way because he knew her real first name, he just thought of her as “his angel.” It seemed he’d been obsessed with finding her since she’d saved him some months ago. He was also the impetus behind the FBI’s hunt for her in Montana which had caught Lucian’s attention.
Ildaria wasn’t sure whether to thank him for that or not. On the one hand, it appeared he was the reason she’d been dragged out of Montana and lost a term’s worth of courses. On the other hand, he was the reason she’d been dragged out of Montana and brought here to meet her life mate. Which was another problem in itself. But the kind of problem every immortal wished for. Although, most would rather have an easy go of claiming their life mate than she appeared to have before her.
“Ms. Pimienta, my name is Agent Jack Barr. I’m—”
Ildaria cut him off right there, and continued to read his mind. Irritation flickered through her as she realized he’d found her through the video of her saving the student who had nearly been raped. Unfortunately, Lucian wasn’t the only one to spot that video. It seemed when she’d disappeared from the scene in Montana, Jack Barr hadn’t believed she’d simply stopped helping people. He’d thought perhaps she’d moved because things had got hot there. He’d started looking for similar incidents elsewhere and Toronto had popped up on his radar. He’d seen the video of her tossing around that would-be rapist who had been twice her size, and had been positive she was his “angel.”
Her name, however, had not been on the video that was now floating around the networks. But since that incident had happened on campus, as had most of the incidents in Montana, he’d looked for a student, professor, or employee who had moved from one university to the other.
Much to her surprise, her name wasn’t the only one to pop up; two others had transferred up from Montana this summer. Jack had got the contact numbers and addresses for each of them from the university, and was going through the admittedly short list, interviewing them one after the other. He’d interviewed the first two yesterday. Ildaria was last because he’d had trouble finding an address for her until he’d approached the university today and flirted shamelessly with a student helping out in the registrar’s office to get her to look up the address.
Luckily for him, Ildaria had made sure to give the university her new address the day she’d moved into her new apartment. She hadn’t wanted to miss any notices, or the information packets about her courses. And so here he was, about to try to get her to