Fifteen
I should’ve asked for Watson’s help, but that would involve admitting he was right. And I wasn’t about to do that. My pride stopped me, but my curiosity brought me here. To the one other man I could ask for help.
As soon as I knocked on the heavy, steel door, it swung open and a tight tank top opened the door. “Hello.”
“Hey, Derek.”
“Good to see you.”
Even though vampires didn’t need an invitation to cross a threshold, it was polite to wait for permission. That was just good manners.
Derek smiled, his muscles rippling under his white tank with the slightest movement. “Come in.”
“Thank you.” Careful, I crossed into the garage he called home. I’d been here to pick up new gadgets, but I’d never actually been inside. It didn’t disappoint.
Rows and rows of shelves with the most
