Chapter Twenty-Nine
Lying in bed, finally back home in Los Angeles, Mick and Beth realize the house is silent and way too empty. Without the sounds of children, which they've lived with for the last nineteen years, it will take some adjusting. But they have each other and that's all they've ever needed. Still they can't seem to get away from thinking about the children.
"So you're thinking there's a budding romance going on with Collie and Spike?" Mick is nuzzling Beth's neck but still can't help himself asking.
"Behave. Yes, I do, at least on Spike's part. Your daughter is harder to read. I think she's flattered but maybe it's just that they're so young. He's actually much more mature than she is. Let's see how this time in Europe seasons her. Stop that now. This is serious."
"Beth. And since when is she just my daughter?"
"She is so your side of the family."
"My side is not royalty. She's acted like one since she was born. Now it all fits."
"Mick, Sophie told Collie in the car that night that the compound was an ancient Egyptian formula. That Marie had not concocted it from native French plants but that it was part of the artifacts their family had been keeping. So no wonder Coraline was never able to make the right stuff."
"Whoa. Doesn't take a rocket scientist to make the next leap. Ancient Egyptians and Vampires. Are you telling me you're not only French royalty but related to the Pharoahs? Christ, don't let Red know that or our goose is cooked."
"You going on about food again?" Teased Beth.
"No, my love, you're the tastiest meat I've had ever had or will ever want. But I still say, it's too bad about Collie."
Starting to get really amorous, gently biting on his nipples, hearing his gasp and seeing his interest arising, his last comment stops her teeth.
"What's too bad?"
'She never got to eat crème brulee."
"Ah, she'll live. You, on the other hand, are about to die."
Yipping, he says, "What's a little death, my love?"