Sucker Punch (First Fangs Club #3) - Kristen Painter Page 0,29
it, more like a kiss between friends. Who maybe, possibly, might someday be more. “I’d be lost without you.”
His grin beamed bright. “No, you wouldn’t. You’re the most capable woman I know. But I appreciate the thought. And I’m not going anywhere.”
A knock on her door turned both their heads. “Governor?” Charlie called. “Dr. Fox is here. I didn’t know if you wanted to see him before he goes to work with Jerabeth.”
“Coming,” Donna answered. She gave Pierce’s hand a squeeze, then shut the balcony door. “Let’s hope he can help.”
In about twenty minutes, blood samples had been taken from everyone, including Jerabeth and Dr. Fox, who’d volunteered immediately when he’d been given the details about what was going on.
He tucked the last vial safely into his medical bag. “Normally, I’d want to do this work in my lab, but I have a good bit of equipment in my car. I packed everything I thought I might need when you called, Charlene. I’ll just need to bring those things up, then Jerabeth and I can get to work. Do you mind if we set up in the salon?”
“It’s all yours,” Donna said. “And I’m sure Temo and Pierce can help you bring up your equipment.”
Both men stood, nodding.
Jerabeth hooked her thumb toward the stairs. “I’ll go get my supplies as well and meet you in the salon, Doctor. We can start testing immediately.”
“Wonderful,” Donna said.
Charlie picked up her cup of tea. “Governor, if you don’t need me, I should go check email.”
“Sure.” That left Donna and Rixaline. She put her arm around the girl. “You okay?”
She nodded. “I might go read. Or maybe take Lucky to my room and see if he wants to play. Actually, I should probably brush him. He never seems to get enough of that.”
“Nope. That cat could be brushed all day, I think.”
Rixaline grabbed Lucky and headed to her room, leaving Donna alone in the kitchen. She had a burning desire to do something, but what? Maybe she should call Dr. Ursula Goldberg. She was the psychologist who ran the First Fangs Club, the support group for women who’d recently been turned.
She’d also been Donna’s therapist when Donna had been human, giving the doctor a special insight into Donna’s life.
But had La ever dealt with anything fae-related like this? Somehow, Donna didn’t think so.
That left the women from the group. But which of them would be most likely able to help? Francine, the older and utterly unstoppable matriarch who’d just thrown Donna the most amazing party? Neo, the younger, streetwise computer programmer who, thanks to her help as security backup recently, was quickly capturing Temo’s heart? Bunni, the slightly ditzy bottle blonde who seemed to mostly want revenge on the boyfriend who’d abandoned her to a nest of vampires? Or one of the other women Donna had met only recently—LaToya, the vivacious single mom, or Meghan, the supermodel?
The problem was that reaching out to Francine, Neo, or Bunni would most likely mean they’d want to help. They were those kinds of people. Well, maybe not Bunni, but then again, she didn’t seem like someone who’d back down from a brawl.
That was a problem because Donna didn’t really want her new friends involved in the fight with the fae. It was too dangerous. And it wasn’t their battle. She’d be devastated if something happened to them.
She wasn’t sure about LaToya or Meghan, but a single mother didn’t need to be putting her life on the line for Donna. And an injury, no matter how fast she healed, might sideline Meghan at a perilous time in her career. The poor girl was already being called a diva for agreeing to shoot only at night.
None of that stopped Donna from wanting those women around her. They were good people. And they understood the trials and hardships of being a newly turned vampire.
What they might know about the fae remained to be seen. She went to the windows to stare out at the river. She hated everything about this situation. She wanted Rico safe. And the fae to stop being such enormous pains in the—
“We’re back,” Temo announced as he, Dr. Fox, and Pierce stormed into the penthouse, arms loaded.
Dr. Fox hadn’t been kidding when he said he’d brought some equipment. “You need any help with that stuff?”
“No,” Pierce said. “But you could shut the door. I didn’t have a free hand.”
“Sure.” She closed the penthouse door, then followed them back to the salon room to see if anything