The Bite Before Christmas - Argeneau Series - Book 15.5 Page 0,90
need, and it had called up similar responses in himself. By the time the set had ended all he’d been thinking was to get to the table to claim her.
Christian hadn’t been clear on how he’d intended to do that. Actually, he hadn’t been thinking clearly at all, his blood was up after performing and he suspected it might be a good thing she’d fled.
“I’ll go get her and bring her back,” Gia offered as they reached the table.
“No, it’s better she doesn’t return until he’s back onstage,” Marguerite said at once, and when Christian glanced at her with surprise, she smiled apologetically. “Your passions are too hot right now. If you carry her off as you were thinking while playing, you’ll scare her off. It’s why I didn’t stop her from going.”
“I wasn’t thinking that,” Christian said at once.
“Darling, that was the most G-rated thing you were thinking,” Marguerite said gently.
Christian flushed as his cousins chuckled, but he couldn’t deny it. He hadn’t really been thinking of doing that, but images of that and much more had been running through his mind. Grimacing, he dropped into a chair at the table.
Marguerite patted his hand, then glanced to Gia and said, “You could go talk to her. Calm her and make sure she returns to the table once you’re all back onstage. I think you’ll like her, Gia.”
“Okay.” Gia started to turn, but paused when Santo caught her arm.
“You need water,” he said, spotting a waiter nearby and concentrating on him briefly.
“I don’t drink water,” Gia said with a scowl.
“But we don’t have what you do drink here and there is no time for any of us to make a run back up to the villa to get it. Water will deal with the dehydration from the performance for now.”
Gia clucked impatiently, but when the waiter suddenly appeared with several bottles of cold water dripping with condensation, she accepted one and moved off in the direction of the ladies’ room.
“So . . .” Christian accepted the bottle Santo passed to him. “How am I supposed to woo her if I can’t go near her?”
“I don’t think you should . . . for tonight at least. I think you should let us work on her first,” Marguerite said thoughtfully.
Christian stiffened at the suggestion. “Mother, don’t confuse me with father. Unlike him, I know how to woo a woman.”
“Excuse me, I know how to woo a woman.” Julius slid his arm around Marguerite, pulling her close as he added, “And here’s the proof.”
Christian nodded. “Which wooing technique do you think did it? When you attacked her and Tiny in that hotel? Or when you threw her over your shoulder and carted her back to that town house in York like a caveman dragging his woman back to a cave?”
“What? He did that?” Raffaele asked with surprise as Julius’s eyes narrowed.
“I’m just asking so I don’t use the wrong technique on Caro,” Christian said, holding his father’s gaze and ignoring Raffaele for now. Lips twitching, he added, “Maybe you could school me on how to talk to her. Should I practice in my head?”
“Oh man, I’m so missing something here,” Zanipolo muttered.
Julius suddenly relaxed. “Go ahead and laugh, son. But it’s you in the hot seat now.” Expression solemn, he added, “And Carolyn isn’t immortal with an immortal’s understanding of life mates. She’s also been hurt and has a natural resistance to getting involved with men at the moment, not to mention an utter horror at the idea of even being attracted to someone she thinks is as young as you. She will be difficult. Accept your mother’s help.”
Christian frowned, but glanced to his mother. “What do you suggest?”
Marguerite relaxed, though he suspected it was the brief verbal exchange between her son and husband that had made her tense to begin with. Now she said, “Well, I think we should see how Gia’s talk with her goes. Then Genie can help.”
“Genie? The entertainment coordinator?” he asked with bewilderment.
Marguerite nodded. “They are friends, and Genie seems open to the idea of a vacation romance for Carolyn. As does her other friend Bethany.”
“I’m not interested in a vacation romance,” Christian growled.
“Yes, dear, I know,” Marguerite said patiently. “But it’s a start. You have to work your way up to this.”
He shifted impatiently, but knew she was right. “Okay, so how can Genie help?”
“With the right prodding, I’m quite sure she’ll help convince her,” Marguerite assured him. “But, in the meantime, I don’t think you should