After a couple more glasses of wine, I allowed Bubba to show me to his room. He was going to sleep on the couch. Diana parked herself at the foot of the bed. Even in my blurred state I knew that nothing was going to get past her.

I dreamed of vampires.

Actually one vampire. His name was Francisco Medea and he'd explored with Juan Ponce de Leon. Francisco spoke lovely Spanish that somehow I could understand. He'd been waiting for me for five hundred years. I was his ...