Austin's nerves tensed, but he kept his face blank. He reached out his hand. "Those are personal. Give them to me."

"Doing personal business on company time? Shame on you." She set the pictures down and retrieved some more from the printer. "Oh, look. Boob shots. And the back of her head. Lovely hair."

"I said give them to me." Austin gritted his teeth and stared at the stack of pictures Emma had set down. They zipped across the table and stopped next to his keyboard.

Emma gasped. The photos in her hand tumbled to the table. She stepped back. "Oh, my God."

He wheeled his chair over to the printer and collected the photos she'd dropped.

"You're telekinetic," she whispered.

"Yeah. Big deal." He gathered the rest of the pictures from the printer, then pushed himself back to his computer.

"But it's brilliant! I didn't know you had such wicked powers. Oh no! Austin's powers." She chortled with laughter.

He groaned. "Very funny." He separated the pictures into two stacks—license plates and the girl in blue. "It's not like I earned the ability. I was born this way." Even his dad hadn't been able to squelch his abilities, though you had to give the guy credit for trying.

"How exciting." Emma grinned. "An international man of mystery, using his special powers to fight evil."

"Yeah, right." What could possibly be evil about her? After one last, lingering look at her stack of pictures, he stashed them in his desk drawer.

Emma crossed her arms and propped a hip against the worktable. "You're quite smitten with her, aren't you?"

"No." Was he? "I don't know who she is."

"The international man of mystery has a mystery woman? Super! Let's figure it out. Where did you take her pictures?"

"Outside DVN."

"Good heavens, Austin. She probably works there. That means she's a vampire."