Could such a relationship be possible? How had the situation developed between Coyote and Heather? Would this be the same?

I rose from the chair, debating whether to tell her the truth. My kundalini noir turned upon itself in indecision.

Once I-as the Japanese say-opened my kimono, then what? Suppose Veronica rejected me as a lover and saw me as a monster? At that point there was no chance of her serving as a chalice; I'd have to convert her into a vampire or kill her.

Veronica garnished the Cape Codders with lime wedges and clasped the glasses with napkins.

I couldn't decide what to do so I kept my head down as she came close. She hummed a merengue. Veronica bent over to set the glasses on tile coasters on the coffee table.

Her scent was a banquet of sumptuous aromas: the spicy tang of pheromones; the saltiness of perspiration; and the lacing of the perfumes in her shampoo, soap, and deodorant. The heat from her body was like a warm loaf of honey bread waiting to be devoured.

"You're quiet," Veronica said.

I couldn't reveal myself as a vampire. Not yet. Not now. The kimono stayed closed. For her sake, I'd pretend to be a mortal.

I grasped her wrists and pulled her upright.

Veronica's eyes swiveled to meet mine.

My hypnotic hold was less a stare than a caress. Even so, she wouldn't remember my vampire nature.

The irises of her brown eyes dilated slowly like two dark flowers blossoming. Her aura notched brighter instead of the usual fiery surge.

She leaned into me, and we kissed. I asked her to remove her jewelry and she dropped the silver pieces on the coffee table.

I nuzzled her throat. My fangs hunted for the choicest spot to feed.

Her warm blood jetted over my tongue and I guzzled it with delight. My palate was overcome with layered tastes: pheromones; iron; copper; the traces of vegetables, grains, and spices; and nicotine from her gum. I lapped the puncture wounds to share my narcotic enzymes.

My head swooned in delirious pleasure. I pulled away to pace my feeding.

Veronica rubbed her neck against my chin. "More," she whispered. Her aura sizzled with lust.

I fed again and she fumbled with my belt buckle. Soon we were naked and engaged in a furious bout of jungle love on the cigar chair. We stopped once to slurp the Cape Codders and went back at it with renewed vigor.

By 1 A.M. she was spent and I close to it. We lay naked on the carpet of the living room floor. The cigar chair rested on its back, and the coffee table was upside down with one leg broken.

A beach towel covered Veronica's sleeping from. Her aura radiated a soft sheen of contentment. I traced my hand over her side.

I wanted Veronica more than ever-and not just for sex.

But I was a vampire. I wasn't supposed to have these feelings.

Veronica and I were in my Chrysler, stuck in morning traffic. She sipped coffee from a paper cup and nibbled on an apricot muffin.

"After last night," she said, "I figured you'd be famished. Can't believe you don't want at least a hot cup of Java."

Only if it's got blood. "I'll manage."

She relaxed contentedly against her seat. "This was a repeat of the first time you stayed with me."

"I was hoping it would be better."

She chuckled. "It was. But I mean the fading in and out. I didn't drink that much, did I?"

"If you were a camel, no."

She bopped my cheek with a big muffin crumb. "If that was true, I should have a hangover worse than this traffic."

"I don't know what kind of hangovers you get. We barely know each other."

She hit me with another crumb. "Liar. You know me well enough to play me like a piano."

"That's a compliment, considering I've never had lessons."

Veronica swigged coffee to hide a smile. "Maybe not, but you've done your homework somewhere."

She tugged at the scarf around her neck. "What's with you and these hickies? We're not in high school."

"You complaining?"

"But the scarf makes it obvious what I'm hiding."

"You complaining?"

Veronica took my hand. Her fingers stroked my wrist. "Of course not. If I complain about anything, it's that we haven't spent enough time together."

True.

And now we were about to be apart again. This worried me. Suppose someone threatened Veronica and I wasn't around to protect her? I had to warn her in case of trouble.

"Yesterday we talked about why no one has come after you," I said.

Veronica raised one eyebrow. "Why are you bringing that up?"

"Because you might be in danger. Three of the people I've gone to see in this investigation are either missing or dead."

Veronica's eyebrow flattened, and she pulled her hand from me. "And you've waited until now to tell me? Who were these people?"

"I don't want to say too much. Trust me on this."

"And you told me this, why? What am I supposed to do?"

"Stay alert. At the first sign of anything suspicious, anything, call me. Protect yourself. Lock your doors. If you're caught in the open, hide. You own a gun?"

"Yeah, I got an arsenal under my bed." She drilled me with the sarcasm. "Of course not. Do the police know this?"

"They do. The problem is I'm certain that rogue cops are in on it. If you call 911, chances could be that the wrong boys in blue show up."

Veronica looked out her window. "Felix, two minutes ago I was on a cloud. How am I supposed to feel now? What am I supposed to do?"

I hadn't thought about this.

Veronica turned in her seat and gave a stare hot as a branding iron. "Answer me. What am I supposed to do?"

"You could stay with me."

"I have a life," she replied. "I have a job. Why don't you stay with me?" She put a sarcastic zing in the question.

She knew I had to work on the case. "What would you prefer? That I not tell you? Roxy is dead. And people close to her are turning up dead. I don't want you to be among them."

"So you're telling me, that after you drop me off, it'll be up to me to keep my ass out of the grave?"

"I just want you to be careful."

"And that's why you asked if I had a gun? To be careful?"

We stopped in front of her apartment.

"Veronica, I don't want anything to happen to you."

"That makes two of us." Veronica pulled the door handle.

"I want to see you again," I said. "To continue what we started last night."

Veronica blinked those gorgeous brown eyes. I couldn't read anything in them except anger.

She said finally, "Felix, there's so much about you I don't understand. And now I'm at risk for what reason?"

"I don't…"

She put a finger in front of my mouth to shush me. "When you find out, then maybe we'll see what can happen."

Veronica scooted across the leather seat and closed the door.

The sun was too bright and cheery for the mood that settled on me. I needed storm clouds and cold rain. If I wanted this chilly heartache, I would've found a woman in Seattle.

But I was in sunny Los Angeles, and my investigation waited.