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lives in is called Port Henry.” She shrugged. “Since you knew Aunt Marguerite, I figured you knew.”
    Teddy didn’t respond at first. He could usually spot a lie a mile off, and Ms. Argeneau was lying . . . about something. The problem was he wasn’t sure what she was lying about exactly. What she said seemed reasonable enough, but he had to wonder why she hadn’t admitted all of this when he’d first mentioned Marguerite.
    â€œOf course, if you hadn’t known, your reaction to my claiming to be in enforcement for a century would have told me and I would have acted like I was joking or something,” she added in a rush as she reached for her coffee.
    Teddy narrowed his eyes further as he watched her sip from her mug. The way she was avoiding his eyes and the sudden rush of words just confirmed it in his mind that she was lying. He was about to call her on it, when she wrinkled her nose over the taste of the coffee and set it back with a grimace.
    â€œUgh. You can’t start your day without this stuff?”
    â€œIt tastes better with cream and sugar,” he said absently, pushing them both toward her. He was about to ask what exactly she was lying about and why, when he suddenly knew the answer. After his mentioning her aunt, Katricia had probably read his thoughts and learned he knew about their kind. She was lying to keep him from being uncomfortable with her reading his mind.
    â€œOh, yes, this is much better.”
    Teddy glanced to her to find that she’d doctored her coffee with the sugar and creamer and tried it again . . . and apparently enjoyed it this way. She was actually gulping it down eagerly now.
    â€œI’d go slow if I were you,” he cautioned with amusement. “Some immortals can’t handle caffeine.”
    â€œThey can’t?” she asked with surprise.
    Teddy shook his head. “Victor does all right on it, and DJ can handle a cup or two, but Alessandro is wired when he drinks it. Starts going ninety like he’s on some kind of vampire speed or crack, and then passes out.”
    â€œI know DJ is Uncle Victor’s friend, but who is Alessandro?” Katricia asked curiously before downing the rest of her drink.
    â€œAlessandro Cipriano,” Teddy explained. “He’s another immortal who lives in Port Henry.”
    â€œAh.” She nodded, but had twisted to peer toward the coffee pot on the counter. In the next instant, she was on her feet and snatching up both their cups.
    Teddy just shook his head and continued eating his soup, but his gaze was on her as she crossed the room to pour them both a fresh cup, specifically on her behind. The woman might be over a century old, but she had the body of a sweet young thing and the tightest little behind he’d ever seen. She definitely didn’t have any panties on under those leotards of hers, he thought as he watched her butt cheeks shift with each step. If he peeled the leotards off, he was sure he’d find nothing but her pale, perfect flesh.
    â€œUnless you’re ready to show me your gun, you should really stop looking at me like that.”
    Teddy forced his eyes from Katricia’s behind and up to find her peering at him over her shoulder. He flushed first at being caught staring so rudely at her butt, then reddened further as her words sank in. Damn, that definitely sounded like a proposition. The problem was he didn’t have a damned clue how to respond to it, and suspected he’d stutter like a schoolboy if he tried. The women he knew just weren’t so . . . er . . . forward . . . or comely, for that matter. Not that there weren’t attractive women in Port Henry. He’d been attracted to plenty of women there, many of them his own age. But it had been a while . . . and there was just something about Katricia that— Well, basically, his gun was loaded and half-cocked just from looking at her