Where Winter Finds You (Black Dagger Brotherhood 17.50) - Page 52

As there continued to be no change, time took on a surreal, elastic quality. Therese couldn’t decide whether it was crawling… or flying… and that was because it was seeming to do both at once—

Except then, without warning, the scent of something absolutely not antiseptic in the slightest drifted into the room. And a second later, Trez appeared on the far side of the glass, a bunch of paper bags in his arms.

Therese smiled, her heart lifting in her chest. And as her father and her brother looked up, both males rose to their feet and Trez bowed out of respect.

“Is that…” her father started.

“Yup,” Therese said as she patted the hand she had been holding. “Dinner has arrived, Mahmen. I wish you would join us. It’s very good Italian, your favorite.”

“They won’t let us eat in here,” Gareth said. “But just outside there’s another sitting area. Right next door.”

“The family waiting room,” her father murmured as he sized up Trez.

“Come join us, Mahmen.” Therese got up out of her chair and leaned forward, smoothing back the graying hair from the pale, drawn face that was breaking everyone’s heart. “We’ll be just in the next room if you need us, and we’ll return very soon.”

The three of them walked out, and Therese stood up on her tiptoes to kiss Trez. As she put her lips to his, he seemed to stiffen, but then again, he hadn’t been properly introduced.

“This is my father, Rosengareth the elder,” she announced, stepping back. “Dad, this is Trez.”

“Quite a feast you have there,” her father said as he nodded at the bags.

“My brother made it especially for your family.” Trez transferred the bundles to one hand and put out his dagger palm. Switching to the Old Language, he said, “Sire, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Her father seemed dumbfounded by the manners. But then he snapped to it and shook what was offered. “And I, yours.”

“I told them all about you,” Therese said. “Mahmen as well.”

Trez cleared his throat and looked like he wanted to loosen the already unbuttoned collar of his silk shirt. Yeeeeaaaah, nothing like meeting the family under these circumstances.

“To the waiting room?” he said, indicating an open doorway.

“Right this way.” Therese took a bag from him. “Let’s try and eat before this gets cold. And then I’ll take you in to meet Mahmen.”

The family waiting room had no door, but plenty of space and lots of chairs to pull around a desk-like table in the corner. As Therese dove into the paper bags, she recognized the dishes that iAm served his best customers—and she thought about him turning on his stove just for them.

“Will you please thank Chef for us?” she said as she passed around the paper plates.

“I will,” Trez murmured.

There were a variety of containers with foil tops, and they ate family-style, sharing the servings of pasta with different sauces and meats, as well as a great selection of desserts.

“So, Trez,” her father asked between mouthfuls. “What do you do for a living?”


* * *


Across the makeshift dining table, Trez nearly choked on his chicken parm. God… how to answer that to anyone’s father? Probably best not to lead with pimp. Drug facilitator. Former skull cracker.

“I’m in… entertainment.”

“He has a club,” Therese said as she wiped her mouth with a paper napkin. “But it’s totally legitimate.”

Mostly legitimate, he tacked on to himself.

Okay, fine. Mostly illegitimate. But in a decent way. It wasn’t like he got aggressive as long as everyone followed the rules. And hey, there had only been one shooting there. Well, this calendar year, at least—twelve whole months!

“I’m thinking about getting out of the business,” he blurted

As he heard the words come out of his mouth, he surprised himself. Because it was true. But what the hell was his B plan? And weren’t fresh widowers discouraged from making big relocations and decisions during the first twelve months after the death?

Whatever, he thought.

Sitting back, he found himself starting to talk. “I want to do something different. I’ve been in the same…” Rut. “…business, you know, for a while. And I think it’s time for a change.”

Rosen, as Therese’s father went by, leaned in. “What are you thinking about?”

The older male was hard to look at, and not because he was ugly. Or mean. Or in any way unworthy. Instead, Therese’s father was the kind of steady, strong, humble person that you instinctively knew you could trust with your taxes. Your house. Your kids and your dog.

“I want to go back to school.”

“Education is very important. I’ve told my kids that all along.” As both Therese and her brother nodded, the male smiled. “I never had much, but I’ve lived an honest life and gotten both of these two through college without leaving them with any debt. Larisse and I put our money into them, and it’s the best investment we could ever have made.”

See, Trez thought. His instincts about the guy were right.

Gareth spoke up. “I’m going back to school, too.”

“You are?” Therese asked.

“I’m going to learn human law. There’s an executive program at the University of Chicago. I figure the race needs people who understand how that side of things work.”

Trez spoke up. “I think that’s a great idea. I’ve had to use some non-species attorneys for real estate purchases, and it’s a pain. I would have felt much better with one of us. Hey, you know, you should talk to Saxton, the King’s solicitor. He could really help you—and maybe get you an internship at the Audience… um, House?”

He stopped talking. The three of them were looking at him with wide eyes.

“You’ve been to the Audience House?” Gareth asked. “Holy shit.”

“Watch your language, son,” Rosen mumbled. “Ah… have you met the King?”

“I live with him—”

As all three started coughing into napkins, Trez thought, Well, crap.

Therese’s shock might have been comical. Except it was not. It was yet another reminder of how little they knew about each other.

“I guess I didn’t mention that, huh,” he said to her. “It’s not a big deal, though.”

“It’s not a big deal?” she said. “That you live with—with the First Family?”

“I’m moving out, though. Into that house I rented.”

Again, this was news to him. But hey, this was a surprise party for everyone, so to speak. So he might as well get in on the fun.

But yes, he thought. He was going to move out, and he was going to give the club over to Xhex. And then he had no idea what he was going to do with himself, other than the fact that he wanted to learn things. He wanted… textbooks to study, and tests to take, and things he had to focus on instead of what he had lost.

Surely school was like that? He’d never been to a formal one before. And he was smart. Anything he read he retained, and he liked words on paper. Hell, maybe he could take a page out of Gareth’s proverbial book. ere continued to be no change, time took on a surreal, elastic quality. Therese couldn’t decide whether it was crawling… or flying… and that was because it was seeming to do both at once—

Except then, without warning, the scent of something absolutely not antiseptic in the slightest drifted into the room. And a second later, Trez appeared on the far side of the glass, a bunch of paper bags in his arms.

Therese smiled, her heart lifting in her chest. And as her father and her brother looked up, both males rose to their feet and Trez bowed out of respect.

“Is that…” her father started.

“Yup,” Therese said as she patted the hand she had been holding. “Dinner has arrived, Mahmen. I wish you would join us. It’s very good Italian, your favorite.”

“They won’t let us eat in here,” Gareth said. “But just outside there’s another sitting area. Right next door.”

“The family waiting room,” her father murmured as he sized up Trez.

“Come join us, Mahmen.” Therese got up out of her chair and leaned forward, smoothing back the graying hair from the pale, drawn face that was breaking everyone’s heart. “We’ll be just in the next room if you need us, and we’ll return very soon.”

The three of them walked out, and Therese stood up on her tiptoes to kiss Trez. As she put her lips to his, he seemed to stiffen, but then again, he hadn’t been properly introduced.

“This is my father, Rosengareth the elder,” she announced, stepping back. “Dad, this is Trez.”

“Quite a feast you have there,” her father said as he nodded at the bags.

“My brother made it especially for your family.” Trez transferred the bundles to one hand and put out his dagger palm. Switching to the Old Language, he said, “Sire, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Her father seemed dumbfounded by the manners. But then he snapped to it and shook what was offered. “And I, yours.”

“I told them all about you,” Therese said. “Mahmen as well.”

Trez cleared his throat and looked like he wanted to loosen the already unbuttoned collar of his silk shirt. Yeeeeaaaah, nothing like meeting the family under these circumstances.

“To the waiting room?” he said, indicating an open doorway.

“Right this way.” Therese took a bag from him. “Let’s try and eat before this gets cold. And then I’ll take you in to meet Mahmen.”

The family waiting room had no door, but plenty of space and lots of chairs to pull around a desk-like table in the corner. As Therese dove into the paper bags, she recognized the dishes that iAm served his best customers—and she thought about him turning on his stove just for them.

“Will you please thank Chef for us?” she said as she passed around the paper plates.

“I will,” Trez murmured.

There were a variety of containers with foil tops, and they ate family-style, sharing the servings of pasta with different sauces and meats, as well as a great selection of desserts.

“So, Trez,” her father asked between mouthfuls. “What do you do for a living?”


* * *


Across the makeshift dining table, Trez nearly choked on his chicken parm. God… how to answer that to anyone’s father? Probably best not to lead with pimp. Drug facilitator. Former skull cracker.

“I’m in… entertainment.”

“He has a club,” Therese said as she wiped her mouth with a paper napkin. “But it’s totally legitimate.”

Mostly legitimate, he tacked on to himself.

Okay, fine. Mostly illegitimate. But in a decent way. It wasn’t like he got aggressive as long as everyone followed the rules. And hey, there had only been one shooting there. Well, this calendar year, at least—twelve whole months!

“I’m thinking about getting out of the business,” he blurted

As he heard the words come out of his mouth, he surprised himself. Because it was true. But what the hell was his B plan? And weren’t fresh widowers discouraged from making big relocations and decisions during the first twelve months after the death?

Whatever, he thought.

Sitting back, he found himself starting to talk. “I want to do something different. I’ve been in the same…” Rut. “…business, you know, for a while. And I think it’s time for a change.”

Rosen, as Therese’s father went by, leaned in. “What are you thinking about?”

The older male was hard to look at, and not because he was ugly. Or mean. Or in any way unworthy. Instead, Therese’s father was the kind of steady, strong, humble person that you instinctively knew you could trust with your taxes. Your house. Your kids and your dog.

“I want to go back to school.”

“Education is very important. I’ve told my kids that all along.” As both Therese and her brother nodded, the male smiled. “I never had much, but I’ve lived an honest life and gotten both of these two through college without leaving them with any debt. Larisse and I put our money into them, and it’s the best investment we could ever have made.”

See, Trez thought. His instincts about the guy were right.

Gareth spoke up. “I’m going back to school, too.”

“You are?” Therese asked.

“I’m going to learn human law. There’s an executive program at the University of Chicago. I figure the race needs people who understand how that side of things work.”

Trez spoke up. “I think that’s a great idea. I’ve had to use some non-species attorneys for real estate purchases, and it’s a pain. I would have felt much better with one of us. Hey, you know, you should talk to Saxton, the King’s solicitor. He could really help you—and maybe get you an internship at the Audience… um, House?”

He stopped talking. The three of them were looking at him with wide eyes.

“You’ve been to the Audience House?” Gareth asked. “Holy shit.”

“Watch your language, son,” Rosen mumbled. “Ah… have you met the King?”

“I live with him—”

As all three started coughing into napkins, Trez thought, Well, crap.

Therese’s shock might have been comical. Except it was not. It was yet another reminder of how little they knew about each other.

“I guess I didn’t mention that, huh,” he said to her. “It’s not a big deal, though.”

“It’s not a big deal?” she said. “That you live with—with the First Family?”

“I’m moving out, though. Into that house I rented.”

Again, this was news to him. But hey, this was a surprise party for everyone, so to speak. So he might as well get in on the fun.

But yes, he thought. He was going to move out, and he was going to give the club over to Xhex. And then he had no idea what he was going to do with himself, other than the fact that he wanted to learn things. He wanted… textbooks to study, and tests to take, and things he had to focus on instead of what he had lost.

Surely school was like that? He’d never been to a formal one before. And he was smart. Anything he read he retained, and he liked words on paper. Hell, maybe he could take a page out of Gareth’s proverbial book.

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