…She swallowed thickly. “Um… maybe we can just talk about something almost normal.”
“What did you want to talk about?”
“Is there any of that wine left?”
“Yes. I’ll get you some.”
He’d cleaned up the broken glass while she’d been in the bath. No sense in leaving glass where his mortal charge could get hurt. He wasn’t used to keeping a mortal alive, but he’d do it. He poured her another glass, then took the bottle with him just in case. There wasn’t much left.
He found her right where he’d left her. He could sense her eyes on him without having to look. He handed her the glass.
“I’ll try not to break it,” she said.
“There’s two more. Just maybe don’t break all of them.” He set the bottle aside.
“Funny,” she said. She took a sip. Then she looked around. There was an ornamental oak bookshelf against one wall. Catherine went to it, looking at the titles. She pulled one out. “I read this in school. Actually, I read a lot of these.” She put it back and bent to see the volumes lower down.
He smiled and just enjoyed her in his boxers and t-shirt.
“Seriously, you have a copy of Dracula?” She pulled it out. Catherine set aside her glass to open the book. “I knew you had a sense of humor.” Then she froze. “It’s a first edition? Are you kidding me?”…
Darcy Branwyn 
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