"Well, yes."

He leaned closer. "Did ye like it?"

"You're still doing it."

He smiled lazily. "Sweetheart, I can do it all night long."

"The night is over." She turned and grabbed the doorknob. "Good night, Mr. MacPhie."

He stepped back. He wouldn't let her rejection bother him. Why should it bother him? "I wasna being serious. Ye need no' worry about me pestering you. I am looking for true love, but only with a lady Vamp."

She released the doorknob and turned toward him. "Then you believe dead women are better than live ones?"

"I dinna say that. But I am better suited for a Vamp."

"Really? Are the live ones too hot for you to handle?"

Was she challenging him? "I havena met a woman yet that I couldna handle."

"Right." She eyed him warily. "You probably used vampire mind control on them."

Damn, but she knew exactly where to plunge in the knife. "Aye, I used mind control. And they loved it. It made their orgasms stronger." He arched a brow. "Would ye like a demonstration?"

Her eyes seethed with anger. "I'd like you to go away. And die." She opened her bedroom door.

He stepped closer. "Why do ye guard us when ye doona like us? Why would ye spend yer days trapped in a house with the Undead?"

"Good night, Mr. MacPhie." She shut the door in his face.

"I'll find out about you, Toni," he yelled, then stalked back to the stairs.

The sun was touching the horizon now. He could feel the death-sleep pulling him into oblivion. He gazed up the stairwell to the fifth floor and concentrated hard. In an instant he was there.

He stumbled into Roman's office and shut the door behind him. With the aluminum shutters covering the windows, the room was dark, but no problem for his superior vision. He crossed the office to the bedroom and collapsed on the king-sized bed. By all the saints, this was so much better than a narrow coffin. He stretched out, enjoying the comfort. His breathing slowed as death-sleep stole over him.