Rawlings.”Rawlings? Really?Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I stared at him.“Good morning, Mister—?”“Kempf, sir,” he replied.“Kempf,” I said, and continued my walk to the elevator.The other male vampire gave me a courteous nod and then glared over at his partner. “Good morning, Mr. Taylor,” he said with emphasis on my last name. “I’m Adamo.”I looked at him with approval. “Good morning, Mr. Adamo. You, I like.”He grinned. “Kempf’s relatively new to our group, as well as rather aloof.”I glanced back over my shoulder at Kempf, whose crestfallen face may have paled even further than his vampire features normally dictated. “I see.”“My apologies, Mr. Taylor,” he said. “It was a slip of the tongue, I assure you.”“Yeah, be sure and tell that to the General, Kempf,” Adamo muttered with a chuckle and a wink at me.Yeah, I definitely liked Adamo.“No harm, Kempf,” I said, heading toward the elevator.Adamo fell into step behind me and I turned to frown at him.“I’m to accompany you, sir,”
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