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"Dad used to take us to Palm Springs on vacation, so he could play golf in a celebrity tournament with Ross Gideon. I hate golf."
"So you hate golf and the desert?" Opal lifted a dark eyebrow at Jayson. "And the fact that your dad forced you to go to the same place every year?"
"Sounds whiny, doesn't it?" Jayson turned hazel eyes on Opal. "Even when I was old enough to stay home with Mom and Jamie, because they didn't want to go either, he made us go. To this day, Jamie won't come within miles of Palm Springs."
"So your dad was a little controlling?"
"Yeah. Don't say it," Jayson held up a hand. "I'm well aware of why I like to be in charge."
"Not going down that road," Opal tossed up a hand. "Is there a grocery store nearby? There's nothing in the fridge."
"You want to go?" Hank stalked into the room like a caged panther. "Bill is in his bedroom, answering calls. I think I can get us to the store and back in one piece."
"Let's make a list," Opal nodded. "Damn, I wish Bree was here." Opal pulled out her cell, preparing to tap out items to buy. "Any news?" She tapped a few things into her phone without looking up at Hank.
"Still nothing." Hank blew a curl of smoke.
"I don't know whether to cry or hope," Opal muttered, adding bread and butter to her list.
"Same here, Opal. Same here," Hank agreed. "Bill has just about given up, I think."
"Yeah. He was talking about buying a space in an Oklahoma cemetery. Any idea what that's about?"
"Breanne's sister's grave is there," Hank sighed.
"For real?" Opal looked up and blinked once at Hank.
"Yes. Not many know that."
"I'll keep it to myself, then."
"Where do you think Vernon Clark is?" Jayson asked as he rose to check Opal's growing list. "Add cookies," he pointed at Opal's phone.
"I hope he's still in New Mexico," Hank rumbled. "I really want my hands on him."
"I want to see your hands on him," Opal agreed. "What kind of cookies?"
"Oatmeal and white chocolate chunk," Jayson grinned. "I hope the store has a bakery and a deli," he added. "I like the ones baked at the store."
"Rome, until now, I had my doubts you'd recognize the inside of a grocery store."
"Hey, I used to go with Mom's housekeeper," he grinned. "I love grocery stores. I just don't get a chance to go anymore. Too busy with work."
"And Trina did it for you," Opal sighed. "Fuck."
"Yeah, we miss her," Hank agreed. "But she really is in a better place. We saw that."
"I'm glad we got to see it," Jayson muttered, flopping on the sofa again. "Mom's back in Tahoe and Dan's with her, but I worry that she's still not safe."
"I have my concerns about that as well," Hank agreed. "Not that we can do much about it at the moment."
"Yeah."
"Hey," Trajan wandered in—he'd taken a shower after unloading bags in the New Mexico heat and his black hair was still damp.
"You think Vernon Clark is still in New Mexico?" Opal asked. "And what do you want to add to the grocery list?"
"I think it's possible he's still in the state," Trajan replied. "Winkler seems to think so, too. It's almost a straight shot from Valencia to Juarez on I-25, and if he gets to Juarez, we might as well kiss him goodbye. When are the vamps scheduled to arrive?"
"Tonight, according to Bill," Hank said. "I'm just glad we were able to get this house. You don't find too many around with eight bedrooms plus a guest house."
"Winkler," Trajan coughed into his hand before flashing a grin.
"He knew somebody, didn't he?" Opal turned to the tall werewolf.
"Yeah. This belongs to a werewolf who lives in Chicago. Comes down here for the winter months with his family. He has a large family. He's also related by marriage to the local Packmaster, so there's no problem with the extended visit."
"You guys have to check in?" Jayson asked.
"Usually. Winkler has the Grand Master's permission to park anywhere, though, since we do a lot of investigative work for the werewolf community."
"You do, too—as Winkler's representative?" Jayson
"Dad used to take us to Palm Springs on vacation, so he could play golf in a celebrity tournament with Ross Gideon. I hate golf."
"So you hate golf and the desert?" Opal lifted a dark eyebrow at Jayson. "And the fact that your dad forced you to go to the same place every year?"
"Sounds whiny, doesn't it?" Jayson turned hazel eyes on Opal. "Even when I was old enough to stay home with Mom and Jamie, because they didn't want to go either, he made us go. To this day, Jamie won't come within miles of Palm Springs."
"So your dad was a little controlling?"
"Yeah. Don't say it," Jayson held up a hand. "I'm well aware of why I like to be in charge."
"Not going down that road," Opal tossed up a hand. "Is there a grocery store nearby? There's nothing in the fridge."
"You want to go?" Hank stalked into the room like a caged panther. "Bill is in his bedroom, answering calls. I think I can get us to the store and back in one piece."
"Let's make a list," Opal nodded. "Damn, I wish Bree was here." Opal pulled out her cell, preparing to tap out items to buy. "Any news?" She tapped a few things into her phone without looking up at Hank.
"Still nothing." Hank blew a curl of smoke.
"I don't know whether to cry or hope," Opal muttered, adding bread and butter to her list.
"Same here, Opal. Same here," Hank agreed. "Bill has just about given up, I think."
"Yeah. He was talking about buying a space in an Oklahoma cemetery. Any idea what that's about?"
"Breanne's sister's grave is there," Hank sighed.
"For real?" Opal looked up and blinked once at Hank.
"Yes. Not many know that."
"I'll keep it to myself, then."
"Where do you think Vernon Clark is?" Jayson asked as he rose to check Opal's growing list. "Add cookies," he pointed at Opal's phone.
"I hope he's still in New Mexico," Hank rumbled. "I really want my hands on him."
"I want to see your hands on him," Opal agreed. "What kind of cookies?"
"Oatmeal and white chocolate chunk," Jayson grinned. "I hope the store has a bakery and a deli," he added. "I like the ones baked at the store."
"Rome, until now, I had my doubts you'd recognize the inside of a grocery store."
"Hey, I used to go with Mom's housekeeper," he grinned. "I love grocery stores. I just don't get a chance to go anymore. Too busy with work."
"And Trina did it for you," Opal sighed. "Fuck."
"Yeah, we miss her," Hank agreed. "But she really is in a better place. We saw that."
"I'm glad we got to see it," Jayson muttered, flopping on the sofa again. "Mom's back in Tahoe and Dan's with her, but I worry that she's still not safe."
"I have my concerns about that as well," Hank agreed. "Not that we can do much about it at the moment."
"Yeah."
"Hey," Trajan wandered in—he'd taken a shower after unloading bags in the New Mexico heat and his black hair was still damp.
"You think Vernon Clark is still in New Mexico?" Opal asked. "And what do you want to add to the grocery list?"
"I think it's possible he's still in the state," Trajan replied. "Winkler seems to think so, too. It's almost a straight shot from Valencia to Juarez on I-25, and if he gets to Juarez, we might as well kiss him goodbye. When are the vamps scheduled to arrive?"
"Tonight, according to Bill," Hank said. "I'm just glad we were able to get this house. You don't find too many around with eight bedrooms plus a guest house."
"Winkler," Trajan coughed into his hand before flashing a grin.
"He knew somebody, didn't he?" Opal turned to the tall werewolf.
"Yeah. This belongs to a werewolf who lives in Chicago. Comes down here for the winter months with his family. He has a large family. He's also related by marriage to the local Packmaster, so there's no problem with the extended visit."
"You guys have to check in?" Jayson asked.
"Usually. Winkler has the Grand Master's permission to park anywhere, though, since we do a lot of investigative work for the werewolf community."
"You do, too—as Winkler's representative?" Jayson
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