“Tomorrow.” She watched him leave, thinking she was already missing him.
~ * ~
After leaving Bryn, Conor transported to Morgan Creek. Even though it was almost midnight, he found Saintcrow in his office at the hotel.
Saintcrow listened to what he had to say then remarked, “Sounds like you’re going to be spending a lot of time in Vermont.”
“I was thinking of moving there, but as long as she thinks I’m working here days, I don’t have to explain the real reason why I can only see her at night.”
“You really like this one, huh?”
“Yeah. I just wonder how she’ll handle knowing what I am when the time comes to tell her.”
“It’s a crap shoot,” Saintcrow remarked. “If she really loves you, it won’t matter. Then again, not every woman can put up with it. And sooner or later the aging thing comes into play.”
Conor stared at his father. He hadn’t even considered that. Bryn would age and he would not.
“The whole vampire thing is a sticking point for some,” Saintcrow said. “But not always. Rosa came here wanting me toturn her. Holly and Sofia didn’t seem to have much of a problem with it.”
“It doesn’t seem fair not to tell Bryn up front. I mean, what if she falls in love with me and then I tell her and she doesn’t want anything more to do with me? I don’t want to hurt her.”
“Maybe you should wait and see how it goes. If things start to get serious, you should probably tell her before you send out the wedding invitations.”
Chapter Thirty
Bryn sighed as she ran a brush through her hair. She had been seeing Conor for almost a month now and it was getting harder and harder to say goodnight at the end of the evening and send him home. With him working nights and her working days, it didn’t give them a lot of time together except on the weekends. She was already half in love with him.im. He was so sweet, so thoughtful, and oh, so handsome and sexy. He never tried to go too far, never got angry when she drew back, even though she wanted desperately to let him make love to her. She had never wanted a man as badly as she wanted Conor Saintcrow. She dreamed of him at night, daydreamed about him at her desk when she should have been working. Even Mr. Cummings had remarked on it, saying her head seemed to be in the clouds these days.
Anticipation unlocked the butterflies in her stomach when she heard Conor’s familiar knock at the door. Smiling, she hurried to let him in.
He murmured, “Hey, girl,” as he closed the door behind him, then swept her into his arms. “I missed you.”
“Me, too, you,” she said, lifting her face for his kiss. Ah, his kisses were hot enough to melt steel. They certainly melted her heart. She leaned into him, loving the strength of his arms around her, the husky sound of his voice as he whispered her name, the low groan that rose in his throat as he let her go.
She almost asked him what he wanted to do that evening, but she was pretty sure she knew the answer. Because it was on her mind, too. But that was out of the question.
Apparently he was thinking along the same lines. “Maybe we should go for a walk or something,” he suggested.
“Yes, a walk,” she agreed, and practically ran to get her coat.
It was a lovely night for a stroll. The sky was clear, the moon full and bright, the air chilly.
“Aren’t you cold?” she asked.
“No. I’m never cold.”
“Really?”
“Must be my metabolism or something,” he said, with a shrug. “How was your day?”
“Same old, same old. There are always papers that should have been signed yesterday and clients complaining, and prices going up. But I love it. And my boss is very nice and patient. How are things in Morgan Creek?”
“Same old, same old.” He hated lying to her about how he spent his days, but he could hardly tell her the truth – that he was trapped in the dark sleep until the sun went down. “There are always tourists complaining about the service, the pool’s too hot, the pool’s too cold, the toilet’s backed up, the sink leaks.”
Bryn laughed. “Sounds exciting.”
“Oh, yeah.” They had gone a few more blocks when Conor swore softly, ducked into a dark alley, and pulled Bryn into his arms. “I can’t make any more small talk,” he said, his voice a low growl. “All I can think about is holding you in my arms and...well, you can guess the rest.”
She had no trouble surmising what else he wanted. She wanted it, too. She gazed up at him, excited and a little frightened by the desire blazing in his midnight blue eyes. She trembled when he drew her closer, his mouth descending on hers. Heretofore, his kisses had been tender, gentle, but there was no gentleness in him now. His tongue slid between her lips, mating with hers in a dance as old as time. It sent a shaft of desire straight to her core. She moaned softly as her arms went up around his neck and for a moment she forgot where they were, forgot everything except her rampant need to lose herselfin his kisses, to give him anything he desired if he would only ease the ache inside her.
