Tremayne swung around to the back of the Mustang. He turned to Rick and gestured toward my black bag stuffed inside.
“Okay, leprechaun, do your magic so we can get checked in.”
“Right.” Rick looked around. Since the coast was clear he snapped his fingers and suddenly my black suitcase and a backpack appeared on the ground next to us.
After shutting the trunk, Tremayne picked up both my suitcase and the backpack and strode toward the motel entry way. Rick carried a small suit case, and walked behind the vampire. I followed them into the motel, with my purse over a shoulder.
Inside, I took in the basic color scheme of taupe, latte, and hunter green with topaz and dark mauve accents in the drapes, and a decorative treatment at the top of the wall. The couch and armchairs in the lounge wer
