with roses or even the white kind of calla lily. These were a deep peach tone. Unusual. Beautiful. 'I thought about you today. Alot.'
'Did you?' Though she wasn't looking at him, she heard the smile in his voice. 'What did you think about?'
'Everything. Nothing. How much I wish I were sleeping next to you every night.'
She didn't tell him she'd turned down the Columbia opportunity. Letting that go didn't sit right, but then, trying for a position in New York City where she'd have even more responsibility just didn't seem like a smart thing to do if the goal was to spend more, not less, time with V. She still wanted to be in charge, but you had to sacrifice things in life to get what you wanted. And the idea that you could have it all was such a fallacy.
A yawn sprang up her throat and opened her mouth. Shit, she was tired.
V stood and put out his hand. 'Up you go. You can sleep next to me for a while.'
She let herself be led upstairs, stripped, and pushed into the shower. She waited for him to join her, but he shook his head.
'If I start with that shit, I'm going to keep you up for the next two hours.' His eyes latched onto her breasts and flashed with light. 'Oh… Christ… I'll just… Fuck, I gotta wait for you outside.'
She smiled as he shut the glass shower door and his big black shape stalked off into the bedroom. Ten minutes later she came out, scrubbed, flossed, brushed, and in one of her nightshirts.
Vishous had straightened the duvet, arranged her pillows, and folded the sheets back. 'In,' he commanded.
'I hate taking orders,' she murmured.
'But you'll do it from me. On occasion.' He swatted her butt lightly as she slid in. 'Get comfortable.'
She arranged everything where she wanted it to be as he went around and lay down on top of the bed. When he pushed his arm under her head and cuddled up close, she thought, God, he smelled good. And that soothing hand running up and down her waist was divine.
After a while she said into the darkness, 'So, we lost a patient today.'
'Shit, I'm sorry.'
'Yeah… there was no saving her. Sometimes you just know, and with her? I knew it. We still did everything we could, but all along… yeah, all along I knew we weren't going to bring her through.'
'That must be hard.'
'Awful. I was the one who told the family she was slipping, but at least they got to be there when she passed, which was good. Like my sister? Hannah died alone. I hate that.' Jane pictured the young woman whose heart had given out in the chute. 'Death is weird. Most people think it's an on/off kind of thing, but more often it's a process, really, kind of like closing up a shop at the end of the day. For the most part things fail in a predictable manner, until finally the last light in the place goes out and the door is shut and locked. As a doctor I can jump in and stop the progression by sealing up wounds or giving more blood or forcing the body to regulate its functions with drugs. But sometimes… sometimes the shopkeeper just leaves, and you can't stop him no matter what you do.' She laughed awkwardly. 'Sorry, don't mean to get morbid.'
He brushed his hand down her face. 'You're not. You're amazing.'
'You're biased,' she said, before yawning so wide her jaw cracked.
'I'm right.' He kissed her forehead. 'Now sleep.'
She must have followed orders, because sometime later she felt him moving away. 'Don't go.'
'Have to. I'm patrolling downtown.'
He stood up, a giant of a man-er, male, his dark hair catching the dim light from the street lamps out in front of the condo.
A wave of sadness came over her, and she closed her eyes.
'Hey,' he said, sitting down next to her. 'None of that. We're not sad. You and me? We're not sad. We don't do sad.'
She laughed with a choking sound. 'How did you know what I was feeling? Or do I look that pathetic?'
He tapped his nose. 'I can smell it. Spring rain is what the scent's like.'
'I hate this good-bye shit.'
'Me, too.' He leaned down and brushed his lips against her forehead. 'Here.' He shrugged out of his long- sleeved shirt, balled it up, and put it under her cheek. 'Pretend this is me.'
She breathed in deep, caught the bonding scent, and was calmed a little. As he stood, he looked so strong in just a muscle shirt, invincible, like a superhero. And yet he breathed.
'Please… be careful.'
'Always.' He bent over and kissed her again. 'I love you.'
As he pulled away, she reached out and grabbed his arm. Words failed, but the silence said enough.
'I hate the leaving, too,' he replied roughly. 'But I'll be back. I promise.'
He kissed her again and then headed for the door. As she listened to him go downstairs to get his coat, she cradled his shirt to her face and closed her eyes.
With perfectly fucking bad timing, the garage door of the condo beside hers started to rumble up. Halfway through, it got stuck, the motor whining loud enough to make her headboard vibrate.
She punched the pillow and rolled over, ready to scream.
Vishous was not a happy camper as he pulled on his dagger holster. He was distracted, vaguely pissed off, achy as shit, in desperate need to have a smoke and collect his marbles before he went downtown. He felt totally off center, like he had a heavy duffel bag hanging off one shoulder.
'Vishous! Wait!' Jane's voice came from upstairs just as he was going to dematerialize, 'Wait!'
Her footsteps bounded down the stairs and she whipped around the corner, his shirt dwarfing her, the tails hanging down almost to her knees.
'What-'
'I have an idea. It's crazy. But it's also smart.' With high color in her cheeks and her eyes lit with purpose, she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. 'What if I moved in with you?'
He shook his head. 'I want you to, but-'
'And functioned as the Brotherhood's private surgeon.'
'You really should have one on-site. You said there are complications with that Havers guy. Well, I could solve them. I could hire a nurse to assist, upgrade the facilities, and be in charge. You said there are at least three to four injuries a week within the Brotherhood, right? Plus, Bella's pregnant and there well probably be more babies in the future.'
'Jesus… you would give up the hospital, though?'
'Yeah, but I'd get something in return.'
He flushed. 'Me?'
She laughed. 'Well, yeah. Of course. But there's something else.'
'What?'
'The chance to systematically study your race. My other great love is genetics. If I got to spend the next two decades fixing you boys up and cataloging the differences between humans and vampires, I'd say my life had been well served. I want to know where you came from and how your bodies work and why you don't get cancer. There are important things to be learned, Vishous. Things that could benefit both races. I'm not talking about you guys as guinea pigs… Well, I guess I am. But not in a cruel way. Not in the detached way I was thinking of before. I love you and I want to learn from you.'
He stared at her and did a whole lot of not breathing.
She winced and said, 'Please say y-'
He crushed her against his chest. 'Yes. Yeah… if it's okay with Wrath and you're cool with it…
Her arms went around his waist and squeezed hard.
Holy shit, he felt like he was flying. He was whole, complete, solid in his head and his heart and his body, all his little boxes arranged properly, that Rubik's Cube in out-of-the-wrapper, perfect condition.
He was about to get sappy when his phone went off. With a curse he undipped it from his belt and barked,
