Though I can still remember the sound of our father’s yell of grief. That’s what keeps Vincent from telling you of his love.”
That drew Olivia up short. Lincoln smiled sadly as she gawked at him.
“You didn’t expect that, did you? Vincent won’t admit it to anyone, but he does love you. Why else would he look in on Maria every week and ask about you? Why else would he follow you home every night before you left town? Why else would he think to save you first, rather than kill the creature we’ve been hunting? Why else would he bring a woman to our home – and his bed – for the first time?”
With each of Lincoln’s questions, more arose in her head. She remained in the hallway long after he walked away. Vincent had admitted to her that he cared, but love?
Then again, who was she to think she knew Vincent? Lincoln knew him better than anyone.
Olivia made her way back downstairs. She glanced in a doorway as she passed and halted when she saw Vincent with his back to her. He stared at a picture of his parents that hung over the mantel.
There was only one light on, and it came from a large desk off to his right piled with books and papers. To his left were bookshelves stuffed to the brim with books.
Movement caught her eye, and she spotted Lincoln as he came to stand next to Vincent. Olivia knew she should let them know she was there, but she wasn’t sure what to say to Vincent, especially after the bombshell Lincoln had dropped.
She was deciding on whether to stay or go to the kitchen when Lincoln said, “You’re a fool if you let her go.”
“Leave it alone,” Vincent said dangerously.
Olivia stepped to the side against the wall so they wouldn’t see her. Eavesdropping was bad, and yet, she couldn’t make her feet move away.
“Olivia has finally returned, and you’ve given in to your desire for her,” Lincoln stated. “If you let her walk out of your life, you’ll spend the rest of it miserable.”
Vincent blew out a long breath. “You don’t know that.”
“You’ve had a taste of her. Tell me that you could forget her, and I’ll drop the issue now.”
Olivia squeezed her eyes closed hoping that she had made some kind of impression on Vincent. She strained her ears to hear.
“I couldn’t forget her if I tried,” he admitted, his voice low and full of pain.
“Then hold on to her, Vin.”
“I can’t.”
Olivia frowned as Lincoln let out a slew of curses. She might be hurt by Vincent’s words, but all it did was make her want to fight for him. She had dreamt of finding the perfect man, but it wasn’t until she had been held in his arms, kissed by his lips, and loved so tenderly that Olivia knew her perfect man was none other than Vincent Chiasson.
“You figured something out,” Lincoln said, drawing her out of her thoughts.
“The creature that killed our parents simply vanished once they were dead. Now, eleven years later it’s returned and has been focusing on any woman connected to us. I do believe someone has a vendetta against our family, and they won’t be happy until all of us are dead.”
“Then why haven’t they attacked us directly? Why kill people we know?”
“Because they want to hurt us first.”
“Shit,” Lincoln cursed. “And once we’re dead, Riley will return home and be an easy target.”
“The Chiasson’s will be wiped out. Leaving the parish open to all sorts of evil.”
Olivia had heard enough. She darted into the kitchen and found the phone. It might be almost two in the morning, but she knew her grandmother would answer her cell phone.
Her grandmother answered on the second ring, “Hello?”
“Maman,” Olivia said and faced the doorway so she could see when someone walked in. “I’m sorry to wake you, but it’s an emergency.”
“Olivia?” she asked, her voice rising. “I thought you might be occupied with Vincent. What are you doing calling me?”
“I’ll tell you all about it later. Suffice it to say that they
That drew Olivia up short. Lincoln smiled sadly as she gawked at him.
“You didn’t expect that, did you? Vincent won’t admit it to anyone, but he does love you. Why else would he look in on Maria every week and ask about you? Why else would he follow you home every night before you left town? Why else would he think to save you first, rather than kill the creature we’ve been hunting? Why else would he bring a woman to our home – and his bed – for the first time?”
With each of Lincoln’s questions, more arose in her head. She remained in the hallway long after he walked away. Vincent had admitted to her that he cared, but love?
Then again, who was she to think she knew Vincent? Lincoln knew him better than anyone.
Olivia made her way back downstairs. She glanced in a doorway as she passed and halted when she saw Vincent with his back to her. He stared at a picture of his parents that hung over the mantel.
There was only one light on, and it came from a large desk off to his right piled with books and papers. To his left were bookshelves stuffed to the brim with books.
Movement caught her eye, and she spotted Lincoln as he came to stand next to Vincent. Olivia knew she should let them know she was there, but she wasn’t sure what to say to Vincent, especially after the bombshell Lincoln had dropped.
She was deciding on whether to stay or go to the kitchen when Lincoln said, “You’re a fool if you let her go.”
“Leave it alone,” Vincent said dangerously.
Olivia stepped to the side against the wall so they wouldn’t see her. Eavesdropping was bad, and yet, she couldn’t make her feet move away.
“Olivia has finally returned, and you’ve given in to your desire for her,” Lincoln stated. “If you let her walk out of your life, you’ll spend the rest of it miserable.”
Vincent blew out a long breath. “You don’t know that.”
“You’ve had a taste of her. Tell me that you could forget her, and I’ll drop the issue now.”
Olivia squeezed her eyes closed hoping that she had made some kind of impression on Vincent. She strained her ears to hear.
“I couldn’t forget her if I tried,” he admitted, his voice low and full of pain.
“Then hold on to her, Vin.”
“I can’t.”
Olivia frowned as Lincoln let out a slew of curses. She might be hurt by Vincent’s words, but all it did was make her want to fight for him. She had dreamt of finding the perfect man, but it wasn’t until she had been held in his arms, kissed by his lips, and loved so tenderly that Olivia knew her perfect man was none other than Vincent Chiasson.
“You figured something out,” Lincoln said, drawing her out of her thoughts.
“The creature that killed our parents simply vanished once they were dead. Now, eleven years later it’s returned and has been focusing on any woman connected to us. I do believe someone has a vendetta against our family, and they won’t be happy until all of us are dead.”
“Then why haven’t they attacked us directly? Why kill people we know?”
“Because they want to hurt us first.”
“Shit,” Lincoln cursed. “And once we’re dead, Riley will return home and be an easy target.”
“The Chiasson’s will be wiped out. Leaving the parish open to all sorts of evil.”
Olivia had heard enough. She darted into the kitchen and found the phone. It might be almost two in the morning, but she knew her grandmother would answer her cell phone.
Her grandmother answered on the second ring, “Hello?”
“Maman,” Olivia said and faced the doorway so she could see when someone walked in. “I’m sorry to wake you, but it’s an emergency.”
“Olivia?” she asked, her voice rising. “I thought you might be occupied with Vincent. What are you doing calling me?”
“I’ll tell you all about it later. Suffice it to say that they
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