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it, and go to bed so that he could go in search of what he needed. Not that he couldn’t enjoy food, too. A little food wouldn’t go amiss, but regular food wouldn’t help his main hunger. His people could survive without food, but not without blood.
    Fortunately, Kate C. Leever was apparently ravenous, because she made a quick meal, grilling a couple of steaks and then throwing together a bowl of a bunch of green stuff with some sort of sauce on it. Lucern had never seen the attraction of salads. Rabbits ate greens. Humans ate meat, and Lucern ate meat and blood. He was not a rabbit. However, he kept his opinions to himself and finished up with the unpacking at nearly the same time as Kate finished cooking; then they sat down to eat.
    Lucern dug into his steak with fervor, ignoring the rabbit bowl. He’d asked for the meat rare, and he supposed it was rare to most people—but rare to him was rare . Still, it was tender and juicy, and he ate it quickly.
    He watched Kate finish, but shook his head when she offered him salad. “You really should eat some,” she lectured with a frown. “It’s full of vitamins and nutrients, and you’re still awfully pale.”
    He presumed she feared that his pallor was due to his supposed head injury. It was due to lack of blood, however, which reminded Lucern that he should see if Bastien was home. Excusing himself, he left the room and went to his office.
    Much to his disappointment, when he called his brother, there was no answer. Bastien was either out on a date or had gone back to Argeneau Industries. Like Lucern, Bastien preferred working at night when everyone else was sleeping. The habits of a couple hundred years were hard to break.
    Lucern returned to the kitchen, to find that Kate Leever had finished eating and had already rinsed off most of the dishes and set them in the dishwasher.
    â€œI shall finish that,” he said at once. “You must be exhausted and ready for bed.”
    Kate glanced at Lucern with surprise. It was hard to believe this was the same man who had written those short “nos” in response to her letters and been so rude when she’d first arrived. His helping her unload groceries and apparent consideration now made her suspicious. The hopeful look on his face didn’t help much, either. However, she was tired. It had been a long day, so she reluctantly admitted, “I am tired, actually.”
    In the next moment, she found her arm grasped in a firm hand and herself being propelled out of the kitchen.
    â€œIt’s to bed with you!” Argeneau sounded cheerful at the prospect, and he rushed her up the hall and then the stairs. “Sleep as late as you like. I shall probably work all night as usual and sleep most of the day. If you rise before me, eat whatever you wish, drink whatever you wish, but do not poke around. ” The last was said in a hard tone that sounded more like the rude man she expected.
    â€œI would hardly poke around,” she said quickly, annoyed. “I brought a manuscript with me to edit. I’ll just do that until you get up.”
    â€œGood, good. Good night.” He pushed her into the yellow guest room she’d chosen earlier and pulled the door closed with a snap.
    Kate turned slowly toward it, almost expecting to hear the door’s lock click into place. She was relieved when that didn’t happen. Shaking her head at her own suspicious mind, she moved to her suitcase to find her nightgown, then went into the en suite bathroom toshower. She was just crawling into bed when she recalled the excuse she’d used to get to stay here. She paused to glance around.
    Spotting the small digital clock on the bedside table, she picked it up and set it to ring in an hour. She had every intention of getting up to check to be sure that Lucern hadn’t fallen asleep—and that if he had, he could still wake up.
    Kate set the alarm back on the table and