I Want You To Want Me. Kathy Love

make the future, he just foretold it.

      Besides, what had she wanted him to say? She wouldn’t lie to herself, and claim she wanted no love interest in her future. Maybe she just wanted the fair-haired, dark-eyed prince he’d seen over and over to turn into a knight with dark hair and pale eyes, just to rule out her boorish upstairs neighbor.

      But no, Philippe couldn’t even give her that. And now her prince was right above her, no less. All signs seemed to point to Vittorio. All signs, except the ones where he seemed to like her.

      She sighed and headed toward her favorite bookstore, dying for one of the caramel lattes they made in the little café in the back. Decaf, because frankly her agitated body really didn’t need any more stimulation. And her headache wasn’t going anywhere soon—caffeine or no.

      At least Philippe had assured her the art show was going to be a huge event. She should be focusing on that.

      But no. She was focusing on a potential love interest who blatantly wasn’t interested.

      Lost, once again, in the rehashing of last night’s encounter, she rounded the corner onto St. Louis Street and ran pretty much face first into another pedestrian. Right into his broad, very hard chest.

      Stumbling backward, she immediately began to mumble her apologies while rubbing her nose. Damn, he had a seriously muscular chest.

      But her words halted on her lips as she looked up at the man. Thick, black hair, chiseled, truly magnificent features, and striking pale green eyes. She knew she was gaping, but the man was stunning. Hadn’t she just wished to meet a dark-haired, pale-eyed man—well, she’d thought knight, but this was weird enough. Armor would have just made it way too eerie.

      “Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes locking with hers, intent and more than a little unnerving.

      Erika dropped the hand still at her nose and nodded. “Fine. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

      “Well, it’s hard to see around corners,” he said with a slight smile.

      A prickling of nerves ran over her—intense, causing goose bumps to rise on her bare arms.

      She considered the feeling, testing whether the reaction was anything like the one she had to Vittorio. No. It wasn’t. This was totally different. It wasn’t attraction, but she couldn’t quite read what the feeling was.

      “I’m Maksim,” the man said, holding out his hand, and when she didn’t immediately accept it, he added, “I always think it’s nice to introduce myself when I literally bump into someone.”

      “Well, technically I did the running into you,” Erika reminded him, but she accepted his hand. “Erika.”

      “Nice to meet you, Erika.”

      He smiled at her, and again she almost wished her body would react to him. But the charming grin did nothing to her pulse. And this man was the definition of gorgeous.

      “So you’re sure you are okay?” he asked, still holding her hand. He tilted his head, the gesture cute and sexy all at once, which she could see in a very objective way, but couldn’t react to. “No permanent damage to your nose?”

      She smiled at him. “No, it’s fine.”

      He nodded, but still didn’t release her hand. He was clearly waiting for her to say something, waiting for her to make the first move here. And he was a total hunk, yet she couldn’t.

      She slipped her fingers from his. “Sorry again,” she said, and started to step around him, but his hand on her arm stopped her.

      Their eyes met, his pale ones holding hers.

      She tried to speak, tried to break the eye contact between them, but couldn’t. His gaze held hers. An intense feeling of confusion filled her, and her head seemed to feel—full. She didn’t even understand the description, but that was the only word she could find.

      She weaved, and his hand steadied her.

      “Are you sure you are okay?” he asked again.

      Erika nodded, able to look away from him this time. “Yes. Fine. Thank you.”

      He nodded, seeming reluctant to release her, probably because he was afraid she would fall or faint or something, and she wasn’t totally sure she wouldn’t. But he let go of her, and she did remain standing. That was good.

      “Okay, then. Have a good day. Watch out for chests.” He smiled once more and then moved past her, taking the opposite direction from where she was going.

      She watched him as he strolled away, frowning at her own weird reaction. The man disappeared among a gaggle of laughing and chattering tourists. And just like that, the powerful dizzying sensation faded.

      She frowned, confused. What had that been? Not attraction, that was for sure, which was really too bad, because she had a strong suspicion that if she’d wanted to she could have gotten a cup of coffee and a chat from that very handsome man. But she hadn’t wanted it. At all.

      Lord, she was mad. Totally mad. Letting a hot, charming man walk away, while pining for, albeit an equally beautiful, but not even remotely charming—or even friendly—man.

      She sighed and started down the sidewalk toward the bookstore.

      Clearly she was altogether too stressed. She was not making good or rational choices. She needed to focus and get back to her work. Men could just stay on the back burner for the time being. She had much bigger things ahead of her. She’d do well to focus on them.

      Maksim stopped as soon as he was out of sight of the woman. Erika Todd. He had her name. But that was about it. Entering her mind hadn’t been the treasure trove of information he’d hoped.

      Erika Todd knew nothing of Orabella, and she knew nothing about Ellina, which was both disappointing and frustrating.

      For a split second, he lamented the fact that he had entered the mortal’s mind. Mortals couldn’t handle that kind of invasion. But then he shrugged it off.

      Erika Todd would have some sort of residual damage from the mind-connect, but the harm was rarely permanent. And he had to give it a shot, didn’t he? He’d certainly used his abilities for much less noble purposes—and frankly, Erika Todd meant nothing to him—just another mortal. And there were billions of them. He grimaced as a group of loud, obnoxious ones passed him, wearing green, purple and gold plastic beads and silly hats.

      Unfortunately what he’d learned from Erika Todd was useless anyway.

      Then he paused. Or maybe it wasn’t.

      She did know this Vittorio, object of Orabella’s obsession. Not well, but she did know him. Maksim had seen a couple of uneventful encounters with the vampire. He supposed the cell phone incident from last night had been sort of eventful, but aside from being mildly amusing, it was of no import to him.

      But this Erika was interested in Vittorio, which was bound to be an issue for Orabella. He considered that for a moment…it might be good information to know for the future. So he wouldn’t dismiss Erika totally.

      Not to mention, he didn’t know for sure if Vittorio wasn’t somehow involved in Ellina’s disappearance. It seemed like a long shot, but at this point he had to take long shots. He’d been searching for her for two months. Someone had to know something.

      Maksim shifted to get out of the sun. Damn, he hated the heat. Ellina had loved this city, which surprised him. Decadence, sin, overindulgence—which this city had in abundance—that was his shtick, not his half-sister’s. Ellina wasn’t so easily tempted. So what had drawn her here?

      He shifted again, resisting the urge to tug at his T-shirt, which sweat had glued to his body. Certainly not the oppressive heat. He grimaced. Or the smell. Why had Ellina come here?

      There were no answers yet. But he felt like he was on the right track. At least with Orabella. She was definitely up to something.

      And