Vampire in Geek's Clothing (Psy-Vamp Book 6) Read Free

about you robbing the coffee shop. You’ve seen the kind of business we
do here.”
    Damn, she was even prettier when she laughed.
    Today, the shop was pretty empty, so she was lingering at
his table, making him so hard he was uncomfortable sitting. He decided right
then to say screw it all and ask her out. This job would be over soon, meaning
he’d have no excuse to come out here. Bad idea or not, he really wanted to
spend a little more time with her. They could just have dinner after she got
off work and see where things went from there. She was human, so things
couldn’t go on very long. Reaching up to push his glasses back in place, Isaiah
froze when he realized he didn’t have them on.
    “When did you get your contact lenses?” she asked.
    “Contact lenses?” he repeated, feeling like an idiot for
being unable to just answer her question.
    Her finger tapped the bridge of his nose. “When you’re
thinking about something, you reach up to push your glasses back in place, so
you must have gotten contact lenses or had laser surgery.”
    “You’re very observant,” he remarked, neither confirming nor
denying her suspicions.
    “It’s useful in my job,” she told him.
    “As a barista?” he asked.
    “It’s just like being a bartender,” she explained with a
laugh that sounded somewhat nervous this time. “I’d better get back to work,”
she said. “Let me know if you need anything else, Isaiah.”
    “Sure,” he agreed, getting ready to work up the nerve to ask
her out when his phone rang.
    “Hello,” he answered without checking his Caller ID because
he was too busy ogling Nikki’s ass like a perverted stalker.
    “Isaiah, it’s Drew.”
    This was why he needed to look at who was calling before
answering his phone. Calls from his psychotic cousin should definitely be
screened—especially when Isaiah was working.
    “What is it?” he asked, trying not to sound annoyed. It
wasn’t for Drew’s benefit so much as his desire to avoid drawing attention to
himself.
    “I need you to help me find Molly,” Drew said.
    “Who?” Isaiah asked, not recognizing the name.
    “Hunter’s mom,” Drew explained.
    “Can we talk about this later?” Isaiah asked. “I’m busy at
the moment.”
    “No. We need to talk about this now,” Drew insisted. “I need
to find her.”
    “Why do you need to find her?” Isaiah asked quietly. “And
why is this suddenly so urgent?”
    A man walked into the coffee shop dressed in torn jeans and
a faded black t-shirt. The rest of his muscular arms were covered with tattoos.
Fists clenched at his sides, the guy walked right up to the counter, looking
ready to do battle. It wasn’t so much his appearance that set Isaiah on high
alert as the aggression radiating from him.
    “Nikki!” the guy shouted.
    “I’ll call you back later.” Isaiah ended the call without
giving his cousin time to argue.
    “Keep your voice down, Mitch,” Nikki implored in a calm
voice.
    “Fuck you!” he spat out. “I am not going to keep my voice
down. Some people came into my brother’s shop asking about you. I warned you
about bringing your shit to our door. My brother should have sent you away the
minute he saw you.”
    “Mitch, please don’t make a scene.” Nikki looked around
nervously.
    “I’ll make a scene if I want,” Mitch nearly shouted. “You
think you can put my family in danger and expect me to be nice to you? Fuck
that!”
    “She asked you to keep your voice down,” Isaiah said when he
moved up to Mitch’s side.
    “I’ll handle this, Isaiah,” Nikki told him, sounding
embarrassed that he was witnessing this scene.
    “That’s right.” Mitch sneered. “Tell your little college
prick to mind his own fucking business. Close the fucking shop and come with
me, now.”
    Isaiah had always been the type to avoid confrontation, and
this was definitely a time when he should mind his own business. He was on a
job, so he needed to sit back down and stay out of this.