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held out to him and followed him to the kitchen table at the far end of the room. “An empty refrigerator would cause questions I don’t want to answer. I always keep something in the fridge. I change it out once in a while, feeding the fruit and lunchmeat to the pigs and replacing the juices and milk with fresh stuff when they’ve passed their ‘best before’ date.”
    Lucian grunted at the information as he settled at the table. A moment of silence passed as they concentrated on feeding, but once the bags were empty, Armand took them and walked over to throw them out in the garbage under the sink as he asked, “So what did you need to tell me?”
    “I’ve arranged for extra blood in your deliveries for as long as Eshe is here,” Lucian informed him, all business now. “I’ll pick up the tab.”
    “There’s no need for that,” Armand murmured. He had shares in Argeneau Enterprises and ten farms all making a profit. He could supply blood for the woman for the couple of weeks she was here.
    Lucian ignored him and pulled out his wallet to retrieve a credit card. “She’ll need more clothes than she brought. Is there somewhere around here you can take her shopping?”
    “Of course, Lucian,” he said dryly, and then pointed out, “London is only twenty minutes or so north of here.”
    “Hmm.” Lucian didn’t seem impressed and said, “She has rather exotic tastes.”
    Armand grinned at Lucian’s pained expression, but merely said, “London has designer stores. It’s a good-sized city, you know.”
    “For Ontario, maybe,” Lucian said dryly and passed the credit card to him. “Put her clothes on the company card.”
    Armand raised an eyebrow at the suggestion, not sure it was exactly kosher to put a woman’s clothes on the company card, but accepted it rather than argue.
    “And put anything else she asks for on the card too. I don’t expect you to be out-of-pocket for doing us this favor.” Before he could comment, Lucian asked, “Have you tried to read her?”
    Armand felt his eyebrows rise, but admitted, “No.”
    “Why not?” he asked at once.
    “She’s older than me, I’m not likely to be able to.”
    “Still, you should try to read her. Most immortals would try on first meeting someone in hopes they’d found their life mate.”
    Armand felt his mouth tighten and glanced away as he muttered, “I’m not looking for a new life mate.”
    “Hmmph.” Lucian scowled at him, and then added, “Well, I want you to try to read her before we leave. We’ll rejoin her in the living room and I want you to try.” When Armand glared at him rebelliously, he added, “Just do it for me. If I call you with updates, I need to know how much I can tell you. I don’t want her reading something from your mind and coming rushing back to Toronto if another enforcer gets hurt in her place or something.”
    “Right, whatever,” Armand muttered, understanding the need for it.
    “Come on.” Lucian was up and out of the room in the next heartbeat and Armand reluctantly followed him back to the living room. The moment they entered, Eshe glanced up, and Lucian gestured for Armand to get to it. He grimaced, but turned his concentration to the woman, focusing on her forehead, seeing it but not seeing it as he tried to penetrate her thoughts. He wasn’t terribly surprised when he failed to do so.
    “Well?” Lucian asked impatiently. When Armand merely shook his head, Lucian nodded as if he’d expected as much, which he probably had since Eshe was the older of the two of them, and often it was hard for a younger vampire to read an older one. Lucian then glanced to Eshe and ordered, “See me out.”
    She got up at once, but managed to look as if she was doing it only because she chose to rather than because he’d barked at her like she was a dog who had to obey. She also sauntered out of the room in her own good time, rather than quick-marching as Armand suspected most immortals would have done, and he