Chapter 7
For the next two days, Tino waited with growing impatience for Armand’s call. He wondered how things were working out with the realtors. Maybe they’re balking at having to do showings at night. Possible, he supposed. Although, considering how much money we’re willing to spend on buying buildings, they’d be fools to blow us off.
If that wasn’t the reason Armand hadn’t called, then the only conclusion Tino could come to was that the older vampire was regretting opening up about his feelings. He’s had second thoughts. He’s realized we’re too different and thinks things wouldn’t work out, but he doesn’t know how to tell me. If that’s it—I’m not going to let it happen.
Wednesday night, as soon as the sun was going down behind the mountains, Tino headed to Armand’s. He knew as he pu
