“Yeah.” Saintcrow let his mind brush the boy’s, needing to know if what Conor had heard had changed his son’s feelings toward him. At the moment, Conor’s mind was filled with conflicting emotions. “I think you’re one of those for whom the change will come easy,” he said quietly.
“I hope so.”
“When have I ever been wrong? Now, go on, get out of here. I’ve got some phone calls to make. And if I’m not mistaken, you’ve got some order forms to fill out.”
“Yeah. I’ll see ya later.”
With a nod, Saintcrow watched his son leave the office, wondering if telling Conor about his past had been wise.
~ * ~
Conor spent the next couple of hours trying to focus on a mound of paperwork, but the story his father had told him was always in the back of his mind. Saintcrow had kept Kadie imprisoned in the town because he wanted her. It seemed wrong and yet, somehow romantic. And his mother obviously loved Saintcrow, so everything had turned out for the best. After all, the plague that had affected all the young vampires in Wyoming had made her human again, yet she had let Saintcrow turn her a second time because she wanted to stay with him. It was hard to find fault knowing that. Hell, it was old, old history now.
The biggest question was what was he going to do about Bryn?
He was still trying to decide when his phone rang. Warmth spread through him when he heard her voice. “Hey, Bryn.”
Hey, yourself. What are you doing?”
“Thinking about you. I thought you were going to be busy with your sister all day.”
“You won’t believe this, but Rae ran into an old high school girlfriend and they wanted to spend some time catching up, so I’m free until the movie starts at seven.”
“Are you at the cabin?”
“Yes. Do you want to come over?”
“Be there in five,” he said, reaching for his car keys.
She was waiting for him at the front door.
“Do you want to go out?” he asked.
“Not right now. Come on in.”
He followed her inside, his arms aching to hold her. She sat on the sofa and he sat as close to her as he dared. “Bryn.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “We hardly know each other but I’m dying to hold you in my arms.”
“And I’m dying to be held.” So much for her vow to shun men for the rest of her life, she mused. She had no willpower at all where Conor was concerned.
For stretched seconds, they simply stared at each other. And then Conor took her in his arms. She was soft and warm and he closed his eyes, wondering how he could feel this way so soon. Wondering how he would ever let her go.
She looked up at him. “Aren’t you going to kiss me?”
“Don’t ask me twice.”
Bryn closed her eyes as his mouth covered hers. His lips were soft and warm and started a fire deep inside her. She sighed as he deepened the kiss, felt bereft when he lifted his head.
“Damn, girl, are you sure you have to go back to Vermont?”
She shrugged. “I wish I could stay another week,” she murmured. And cupping the back of his head, she pulled him closer and kissed him.
Conor fell back on the sofa, drawing her down on top of him. His fingers threaded through her hair as his other hand skated up and down her back. He kissed her again, his tongue tangling with hers.
“Bryn.” Her name was a groan on his lips.
“I know.” Sitting up, she blew out a deep breath. “Things are moving way too fast. I mean, I’m leaving in a few days. Maybe we should go out.”
“I think you’re right.” Sitting up, he took her hand in his and pulled her to her feet. “Let’s go someplace crowded and noisy.”