I shook my head, amazed at his old world charm, wondering again who he had been in his human life before he had become a vampire. I knew that he had been a knight, but I wanted to know more. I quickly pushed the thought aside as I looked through the clothing rack and settled for a pair of designer jeans from Paris and a silky red tank top with thin spaghetti straps that hung down low on my breasts, exposing just the right amount of cleavage. I found my red high heels that I had worn when Lance had first picked me up and slipped them on, feeling very feminine and sexy—something that I hadn’t felt in a while. I left the rest of the clothes hanging on the rack, unable to bring myself to take more.
I walked into the mini salon, found a brush, and then sat down at the vanity across from the salon styling station. I looked in the mirror and my eyes glowed, shining brightly with happiness. Not wanting to take too much time but eyeing the makeup on the counter, I quickly
I woke with a start. It was dark. The sun was no longer shining in through the window. I sat up quickly in bed, wondering where I was for a moment. Suddenly, the events of the weekend and Lance filled my mind … then I thought of Steven. I looked at the clock and it was two o’clock in the morning.I rose quickly from the bed and Steven’s side of the bed was still untouched. I walked over to the closet and his suitcase wasn’t there, either. Outside the window, the moon shone brightly, and Steven’s car wasn’t parked in the driveway. I wondered where he was. He must be staying at a hotel until we talk things out, I thought, remembering the scene with Steven before he had left. He knew about Lance, so he must have left me. Or maybe he really was having an affair and he was with her. I took a deep breath. Yes, we had a lot to talk about.Suddenly, I wondered what I would say to him when I saw him. Would I ask him for a divorce or fo
“Come, Leila,” Charlotte said, matter of fact, slipping her arm through mine as we walked away, as if we were old friends. “Are you all right?”I nodded, as my heart steadied, wondering if I could trust her. “What are you doing here, Charlotte?”“Believe it or not, I just so happened to be in the neighborhood,” she said with a sly smile. The sounds of the two men screaming in the alley behind us rushed to my ears, but Charlotte paid no attention.I nodded as we walked around another corner, headed toward my house. “Thank you for that,” I said, relieved. At least if Charlotte killed me, I wouldn’t have to endure everything that the creeps had in store for me.“Oh, it’s my pleasure,” Charlotte said, her voice syrupy sweet. “Us girls have to stick together, don’t we?”I nodded, suddenly eager to get home.“Tell me, how did you come to be
“Dr. Reynolds!” Rosa greeted me with a smile. “Glad you could finally make it in to work.”“Rosa …” I warned.“I’m just saying, good for you!” she said. “That’s the most time that you’ve taken off in years. So, what did you do?”“Okay, enough chatter,” I said, suddenly all business as I reached for the medical chart in Rosa’s hand. There was no way that I was going to tell her that I had just spent the weekend with a vampire. She wouldn’t believe me if I did. “Who do we have waiting?”“Details, girl!” Rosa said, taking back the chart. She was the only person who could get away with this. “You know I live vicariously through you!”“Rosa, let’s get to work,” I said sternly, taking the chart back. “What’s going on?”Rosa frowned, but, to my relief, she donned her pro
Hours later, I leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes, not having moved from the chair that Rosa had led me to. The chair shifted beside me. I opened my eyes and Rosa was still sitting beside me. I closed my eyes again and leaned back. The tears had stopped, but I was at a loss for what to do next.“You look like shit,” she said, trying to force a smile.“Thank you very much,” I said, without opening my eyes. I smiled without humor. “That’s the best compliment I’ve had all day.” Then, I opened my eyes and looked at her. “You don’t look so good yourself.”She placed a hand gently on mine. “Leila, I’m so sorry.”I nodded, unable to speak as tears sprang to my eyes again. I took a deep breath as the magnitude of what had happened came to the forefront of my consciousness and the denial fell away. “Where is he?”Rosa stood and held out
On the drive home, my mind drifted to Steven’s parents. Steven’s father, Rodger, was a stern man with kind eyes and he was a bank president. He had been unsure of me, but in our first conversation, I had won him over. Soon, he became like a father to me. But Steven’s mother, Stephanie, was another matter altogether. She always scrutinized: my house wasn’t clean enough, my car wasn’t a Volvo. The fact that I owned a Mercedes was irrelevant. My hair wasn’t neat enough. Looking back, I saw where Steven got his demanding demeanor from.Now, I was about to tell them that their only son was dead. Not only was he dead, he was found with another woman. That part I would happily leave out until I knew what was going on, but I knew that I would never tell them. After all, was it something that a parent needed to know about their son? That he was caught being unfaithful when he died?Somewhere deep inside, I wished that it wasn’t true. Th
“Are you okay?” Rosa asked, her eyes filled with concern.I nodded, looking into the coffee mug. “Yes, I’m fine,” I replied, and then amended with a slight smile, “As well as can be expected.”Holding her mug, Rosa sat down on the couch beside me.“What was he doing with that woman, Rosa?” I asked as big, ugly tears coursed down my cheeks. “And how am I going to tell his parents about it?”“Shush,” Rosa cooed, gently patting my back. “You don’t have to tell them anything.” She looked into my eyes and forced a smile. “Besides, it could have been purely innocent. Was she his secretary?”“He doesn’t have a secretary.”“A colleague, then?” Rosa amended. “Maybe it wasn’t what it seemed.”“I don’t think so, Rosa,” I said, wiping the tears from my eyes. “Did you se
“Leila …” the forceful voice of a woman yelled into my ear. “Leila, wake up! We have to make the funeral arrangements!”Groggy, I forced my eyelids to open as sunlight streamed in through the window, too bright.“Leila!”“Leave her alone,” a male voice said. “She’s been through a lot.”Yes, that was Rodger, Steven’s father. I was suddenly wide awake as I sat straight up in bed. Suddenly, the events of the night before flooded into my mind. My God! Lance! I quickly looked around, but he was nowhere to be found. “What on Earth are you doing in my bedroom? How did you get here?”“Leila, stop being so dramatic,” Stephanie said, pulling my clean clothes from the closet. Then, she headed toward my underwear drawer. “Our plane just arrived and we rented a car.”“I would have picked you up …”“Now, Leila,
Rodger, Stephanie, and I decided on sushi, but none of us ate much. Then, we headed back to the house and I was already dreading it, knowing that Stephanie would take over my house. I took a deep breath.“Leila, dear,” Rodger said in a soft voice, bringing me back from my reverie.I looked at him in the rearview mirror and lifted my eyebrows.“Stephanie and I have decided to go to a hotel while we’re here,” he said apologetically. Then, seeing the look in my eyes, he added, “Now, before you say anything, it would be best for us to give each other a little space. Don’t you agree?”I breathed a sigh of relief. “Well, if you’re sure …”“Yes, I am,” he said as he pulled the rental car up in front of the house … the house that belonged to Steven and me. As if reading my mind, he asked, “Will you be okay alone?”“I’ll be fine.”