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it. His big hand engulfed my dainty one, and he threaded his fingers through mine before tugging me behind him toward the cozy, sunken living room, which was open to the kitchen.
It was such a simple gesture between two people who were finally comfortable around each other. But the skin to skin contact did a whole lot more to my internal environment, hinting at a relationship that was anything but simple.
He pulled me in front of the big, beige couch and gently pushed me into its plush cushions. I immediately missed his touch. Among the chaos it caused inside me, there was also tranquility at the core.
He proceeded to take his seat in the chair next to the couch and faced me with his elbows resting on his knees and his hands clasped in front of him. “There, this should help,” he said.
My lips tipped up at the corners. These were always our usual spots whenever we discussed business in the past. It was a gesture meant to placate me, indicating he would answer any questions I had. He knew from past experience just how deep my temper ran, but honestly, after the crap we’ve both been through recently, his unintentional omissions barely scratched the surface of my temper. It definitely would have landed him a fist in the face before, so I understood where his concern was coming from, but I trusted him now.
“I’m calm. I swear. Stop looking at me like I’m going to overreact,” I told him.
He still appeared skeptical, but smiled despite himself. “Forgive me for expecting some sort of overreaction from you, Lucille. You’re usually so prone to things like reason and sensibility,” he said with a spoonful of sarcasm.
So it was back to Lucille? Yep, it was business time.
“You looked like I was about to throw your kitten in the bathtub and then drop a toaster in it. I was never that bad, was I?” I asked cautiously, glancing at my hands folded on my lap.
I didn’t need to hear his answer. I was that bad. But if he was going to shove it back in my face, I was totally blaming him for at least half of my anger. Most of our arguments could have been avoided if he hadn’t kept so much from me.
My gaze boldly found his, and he was looking at me like I had become the mysterious one. “I know better than to comment on that last part, but, Lucy, you’ve definitely changed, haven’t you?”
“Yeah, I guess becoming a bloodsucking monster really puts things into perspective. I’ve learned to pick my battles more carefully since I have a few other matters to worry about now.”
He gave me a funny look, and he was fighting a smile.
“What?” I asked defensively.
He continued to stare.
“I want it on record how far I’ve come. That was a very mature response, if I do say so myself, and I want it noted,” I demanded.
“Oh, trust me, it’s been noted,” he said with amusement lighting his eyes.
“Now, will you quit stalling and tell me how you know Helen,” I said, trying to get back on topic.
“Yes, mam,” he replied, still ginning like the village idiot. The look he gave me made me squirm. He looked so happy and carefree. He looked younger. I thought I glimpsed pride in his eyes and a hell of a lot more.
Schooling his features, he added, “I’ve known Helen for a while, almost twenty years. I met her after you were born. Your mother mentioned her. She told me she could answer any questions I had about you. She always intended for you to meet Helen when you were ready to.”
I held up my wrist, flashing the charm bracelet at him. “Yeah, I kind of got that from her initials tattooed on Raphael’s wings,” I said, fiddling with it.
I ran a thumb over the angel with the hidden initials. Adjacent to that was another angel with my initials on it. I watched the light play off the grooves and indentions, moving my wrist back and forth. Gavin’s voice coaxed my attention back to him.
“That night I never came back to the apartment, I had to stay with her, because I knew there were assassins
It was such a simple gesture between two people who were finally comfortable around each other. But the skin to skin contact did a whole lot more to my internal environment, hinting at a relationship that was anything but simple.
He pulled me in front of the big, beige couch and gently pushed me into its plush cushions. I immediately missed his touch. Among the chaos it caused inside me, there was also tranquility at the core.
He proceeded to take his seat in the chair next to the couch and faced me with his elbows resting on his knees and his hands clasped in front of him. “There, this should help,” he said.
My lips tipped up at the corners. These were always our usual spots whenever we discussed business in the past. It was a gesture meant to placate me, indicating he would answer any questions I had. He knew from past experience just how deep my temper ran, but honestly, after the crap we’ve both been through recently, his unintentional omissions barely scratched the surface of my temper. It definitely would have landed him a fist in the face before, so I understood where his concern was coming from, but I trusted him now.
“I’m calm. I swear. Stop looking at me like I’m going to overreact,” I told him.
He still appeared skeptical, but smiled despite himself. “Forgive me for expecting some sort of overreaction from you, Lucille. You’re usually so prone to things like reason and sensibility,” he said with a spoonful of sarcasm.
So it was back to Lucille? Yep, it was business time.
“You looked like I was about to throw your kitten in the bathtub and then drop a toaster in it. I was never that bad, was I?” I asked cautiously, glancing at my hands folded on my lap.
I didn’t need to hear his answer. I was that bad. But if he was going to shove it back in my face, I was totally blaming him for at least half of my anger. Most of our arguments could have been avoided if he hadn’t kept so much from me.
My gaze boldly found his, and he was looking at me like I had become the mysterious one. “I know better than to comment on that last part, but, Lucy, you’ve definitely changed, haven’t you?”
“Yeah, I guess becoming a bloodsucking monster really puts things into perspective. I’ve learned to pick my battles more carefully since I have a few other matters to worry about now.”
He gave me a funny look, and he was fighting a smile.
“What?” I asked defensively.
He continued to stare.
“I want it on record how far I’ve come. That was a very mature response, if I do say so myself, and I want it noted,” I demanded.
“Oh, trust me, it’s been noted,” he said with amusement lighting his eyes.
“Now, will you quit stalling and tell me how you know Helen,” I said, trying to get back on topic.
“Yes, mam,” he replied, still ginning like the village idiot. The look he gave me made me squirm. He looked so happy and carefree. He looked younger. I thought I glimpsed pride in his eyes and a hell of a lot more.
Schooling his features, he added, “I’ve known Helen for a while, almost twenty years. I met her after you were born. Your mother mentioned her. She told me she could answer any questions I had about you. She always intended for you to meet Helen when you were ready to.”
I held up my wrist, flashing the charm bracelet at him. “Yeah, I kind of got that from her initials tattooed on Raphael’s wings,” I said, fiddling with it.
I ran a thumb over the angel with the hidden initials. Adjacent to that was another angel with my initials on it. I watched the light play off the grooves and indentions, moving my wrist back and forth. Gavin’s voice coaxed my attention back to him.
“That night I never came back to the apartment, I had to stay with her, because I knew there were assassins
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