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Chapter 12
Moriah left Savannah to her thoughts and rejoined the others.
"I'm going home and call Robert. He should be home this evening or the next. Tyson, give Savannah a few minutes and then go see her. You two need to talk. Josef, Mick, be very careful when you see Cassandra, she is cagey. Rayna and Beth, Savannah will not fight having you shadow her but please be careful and don't compromise her work," she instructed.
A chorus of "yes Granny" and "of course Moriah" followed her out of the house. It had been a long night and she was weary. The thought of getting ready for the freezer and talking to Robert were all that she could focus on now. The sound of Robert's voice and his wise council would relax her and would renew her focus.
The remaining occupants of the room exchanged looks and Rayna got up and went to Tyson. She patted his shoulder sympathetically.
"It will be fine little bro, she didn't mean to blow up," she advised him. Then she held out her hand to Josef. "Hey handsome, let's make up for lost time."
Josef was at her side in a flash, taking her outstretched hand eagerly.
"I'm all for that," he smiled. He smirked at Tyson. "Grovel nice Leggett. Turn on the charm, she'll crumble in no time," he added.
"Josef….." Rayna chided and pulled him out of the room.
Beth looked over at Mick and shook her head.
"They did it again," she grumbled. "They always manage to leave first."
Mick rose and crossed over to her. He lifted her into his arms, cradling her in his embrace.
"They may leave first but they don't have our style," Mick told her and kissed her quickly. He looked at Tyson. "Just let Savannah know how you love her and she'll forgive you. If I've learned anything it's that women appreciated honesty." Beth nodded happily and with her arms wrapped around Mick's neck, they headed up to their room.
Tyson rested his head back against the chair back and stared at the ceiling. Never in his long life had he felt such loss of control when dealing with a woman. It nagged at him to know that he hadn't handled things very well with their earlier fight and he had to make that up to her. With a sigh, he pushed up, out of the chair and went upstairs.
With a light tap on the door to announce his presence, Tyson quietly opened the door. He discovered Savannah sitting cross legged in the middle of the bed. Wearing her usual sleep attire of oversized T-shirt and running shorts, she stared blankly at the far wall. The lost look cut deeply into Tyson's heart.
"Savannah, we need to talk," he said quietly, shutting the door behind him.
"I know," the answer came softly.
Tyson came to the bed and sat down. He pulled off his boots and then turned to face Savannah.
"Cherie, I know that I didn't handle this right. I know that I cannot wrap you in cotton and hide you away from harm. But I have not figured out how to convince my heart not to jump in and try to protect you. The idea of allowing any harm to come to you is unacceptable," he told her sincerely.
A deep sigh escaped Savannah and she turned serious brown eyes to him. A slight, grudging smile played on her lips.
"I will not compromise my job because a psycho vampire has targeted me. My superiors will never understand a request for a leave of absence at this time," she said firmly. "I know you want me safe but I cannot withdraw from this investigation."
"I do know that Savannah. Please forgive me," he said simply and extended a hand, palm up.
Her eyes warmed as she accepted his hand and tightened her fingers around his.
"I don't want to talk," she said in a rough whisper. She tugged him forward, towards her. "Let's just move on."
Tyson moved her quickly, ready to forget their quarrel and push the present worries into the background. His mind was filled with how much he loved this woman and needed to show her. His hands went the hem of her T-shirt as his mouth closed over hers.
*O*O*
Beth snuggled closer in Mick's arms, her head resting on his chest. His fingers were lightly running up and down her sides, making her shiver in happiness.
"I missed you," she murmured in contentment.
"Good to know. I would hate to have you taking me for granted all ready," Mick rumbled softly.
Beth lifted her head and gazed at him through narrowed eyes.
"That's not likely to happen." She propped herself up on his chest. "But I'm not sure I like leaving you alone to work a case when I know that several of our Cleaners have more than a professional interest in you," Beth growled.
"Did we not just go through a commitment ceremony Mrs. St. John? Here I thought you would trust me," Mick said in an injured voice. He had trouble keeping a smile from his face.
"You I trust. I have serious doubts about a woman who carries a flamethrower." Beth purred as she slid up him to stare down into his eyes. A giggle escaped her as she pressed her lips to his.
"I love only you and no Cleaner, even with a flamethrower will change that," Mick assured her as he slipped his hand behind her neck and kept her face close to his. He teased his lips over her face.
"Oh Mick," Beth groaned.
"I like reunion sex," Mick murmured as he kissed her again. His other hand skimmed over her soft skin, enjoying the way she shivered at his touch. He knew they should be retiring to the freezer but he could not bring himself to insist. It was impossible to say no to Beth.
*O*O*
In the other wing of the house, Josef propped himself up on one elbow and let his eyes roam over his bedmate. Rayna lay on her back, eyes closed, her pale hair fanned out on the wine colored silk pillowcase. He placed his index finger between her eyebrows and lightly traced a path down her nose to her lips.
Rayna's mouth twitched into a small smile as he left his fingers rest against it.
"You do love being a tease," she said quietly and opened her smoky grey eyes to look at him.
"It is time to get to the freezer," Josef reminded her.
"But I like being here, with you," Rayna sighed happily, as she brought one hand up, around his neck. Her fingers played with his hair.
"I do wish we had time to enjoy our house here but we can't until this situation is settled," Josef replied seriously. His fingers traveled her cheek and then returned to her lips and traced them lightly. "Do you know why you are so important to me?"
"What made you so serious Josef?" Rayna asked in concern.
"These events have made me aware of just how fortunate I am. This is the second time in recent history that I have watched this scenario play out. First with Mick trying to protect his human Beth, all the time resisting bringing her into the tribe until she wore him down and now Tyson dealing with Savannah. He is tying himself in knots worrying about her safety. It occurs to me that while I wish to keep you safe, I have never had that same fear with you. I have never faced the possibility of losing a "human" you to outside dangers. You have always been my night beauty, my vampire love," he confessed.
"You sure know how to say the right thing," Rayna said happily and pulled him down to her.
*O*O*
When she arrived home and approached her front door, Moriah paused and inhaled. The very recent scent of another vampire was strong and she hurried inside. Shutting the door she turned to survey the dim interior. A blood red rose was lying on the carpet a few feet inside the door. She bent to pick it up and sniffed it as she looked further. A second rose could be seen on the floor down the hallway that led to her bedroom and the freezer room beyond. A smile played on her lips as she went to it and picked it up as well. Anticipation fluttered in her stomach as she approached the bedroom door.
Pausing in the open doorway, she drank in the sight of the man reclining on her bed clad only in black silk lounging pants. With a warm smile and holding a third rose, Robert sat up and extended his empty hand.
"Hello my angel."
The pleasant tingle ran through the rest of her body as Moriah felt all her worries slide way at the sight of this man in her house.
"Welcome home my love," she said softly and as she crossed the room to the bed. "You have no idea how much I have needed to see you."
She slid into his embrace as if she had never left it.
End chapter.
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