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groaned, clearly disappointed. "We're in here," he called back, seemingly not concerned that she was lying naked on his bed. Standing, Nigel went to what appeared to be a closet, and opened it. Pulling out a blanket he brought it over to her. "You can cover yourself with this until we find your clothes."
    Frantically, Lacey wrapped the blanket around her just as a dark-haired man with a lean build entered the dimly lit room.
    How the hell did he manoeuvre through the series of rooms without any light?
    "What do you need Travis?" Nigel asked, as he sat on the bed, partially blocking Lacey from the stranger s view.
    Lacey peeped around Nigel's shoulder to eye the man, while ensuring the blanket was secure around her.
    "Oh. Ya. Ummm. Sorry to interrupt Nigel." Travis said, slightly embarrassed.
    Well that makes two of us . Lacey wasn't sure how she felt about the fact Nigel didn't seem the least bit uncomfortable with the situation. Of course, why would he be uncomfortable, this was most likely a nightly thing for him.
    "What is it, Travis?" he asked again, impatience creeping into his voice.

    "We have something of a critical situation requiring your attention," came the reply.
    Nigel let out a loud sigh, "Can't it wait? I'm somewhat busy right now."
    "No. Not really. We need your assistance. I can have Trinity and Franny take your..." he paused as if trying to come up with an appropriate word, "...company home."
    Humph! Nice save buddy , Lacey thought ruefully.
    When Nigel hesitated Travis added, "You're going to want to handle this yourself."
    Nigel nodded. "Okay, give us a few minutes."

Chapter 4
    "Of course; I'll go get the girls and we'll wait for you in your office." Travis turned and left the bedroom.
    Frustrated, Nigel brought his hands to his temples and tried to fight off the headache that was threatening to develop. More stress and more nonsense. He knew exactly what Travis wanted. Someone had gone and got himself or herself killed by a vampire.
    Chances are one of the staff found the body either somewhere in the club or out back in the alleyway.
    Casualties normally came from one of two scenarios. A human had gotten themselves either drunk or wrecked on some sort of drug and unknowingly decided to pick a fight with a vampire. Needless to say, it would not exactly be a fair fight. The vampire would have simply left the human's drained body wherever it dropped. Most didn't give Nigel the courtesy of being discreet about it.
    The second possibility was that a vampire was getting a little too frisky with a human, things spiralled out of control and next thing they knew the vamp was standing over a dead human corpse. Regardless of what he was about to face, he needed to get Lacey as far away from the club as possible, without her feeling as though she was being brushed off.
    "Stay here a minute, I'll grab your clothes from my office," Nigel stated pushing himself off the bed and heading for the door.
    "I can stay here. Or go with you. I don't mind," she offered as he exited the room.
    Nigel stopped and turned to her, watching as she wriggled her way off the bed and cautiously made her way across the room to him.
    Smiling to himself, he walked to the bed and snatched up a few articles of her clothing.
    She was too insistent on following him to remember them, he supposed. "It's better if we do as Travis says and I send you home." Placing a hand under her legs, he lifted her up into his arms.
    "I'm a big girl I can take care of myself," she stated hotly, mockingly as he carried her through the pitch black apartment, making his way to his office.

    A grin touched his lips. Her personality was proving to be as fiery as her long silken hair. And he was loving every second of it. "If Travis is calling me to attend to a matter, then I would prefer to send you home. I'm certain he just needs me to investigate a missing case of wine or something. He tends to exaggerate and blow things out of proportion on a daily basis."
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