I believe in woman, my oh my. We all need someone to talk to, my oh my...
Against his will, the lyrics conjured up images of his ancient home, and of a woman with hair as white as the snowfall, and eyes as blue as the sea.
Arnhild.
He didn't know why he still thought of her after all these centuries, but he did.
He took a deep breath as he wondered what would have happened had he stayed on at his father's farm and married her. Everyone had expected it.
Arnhild had expected it.
But Wulf had refused. At seventeen, he'd wanted a different life than that of a simple farmer paying taxes to his jarl. He'd wanted adventure, and battles.
Glory.
Danger.
Maybe if he'd loved Arnhild, it might have been enough to keep him home.
And if he'd done that...
He'd have been bored out of his friggin' mind.
Which was his problem tonight. He needed something exciting. Something to stir his blood.
Something like the hot, tempting strawberry-blonde he'd left behind on the street...
Unlike Chris, getting naked with a strange woman wasn't something he shirked from.
Or at least something he used to not shirk from. Of course his willingness to be naked with unknown women was what had led him to his current fate, so maybe Chris had some sense after all.
Seeking a distraction from that irritating thought, Wulf dialed Talon's number and clicked the remote to change his song over to Led Zeppelin's "Immigrant Song."
Talon answered his cell phone at the same time Wulf logged on to the Dark-Hunters' private message boards.
"Hey, little girl," Wulf said tauntingly, switching to his headset so that he couid type and talk at the same time. "I got your 'Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap' T-shirt today. You're not funny and I don't work cheap. I expect a lot of money for what I do."
Talon scoffed. "Little girl? You better lay off or I'll come up there and kick your Viking ass."
"That threat might carry some weight if I didn't know how much you hate the cold."
Talon laughed deep in his throat.
"So what are you up to tonight?" Wulf asked.
"About six feet five."
Wulf groaned. "You know, that crappy joke doesn't get funnier every time I hear it."
"Yeah, I know. But I live only to harass you."
"And you succeed so well. You been taking lessons from Chris?"
He heard Talon cover the phone with his hand and order black coffee and beignets.
"So you're already out and about tonight?" he asked Talon after the waitress had walked away.
"You know it. It's Mardi Gras time and Daimons abound."