With a chuckle he kissed the tip of my nose. “Trust me. It will be worth the wait.” He began moving down my body again to resume his oral torture. Just as he got back into a wonderful rhythm, his phone rang.

“Vance, your phone’s ringing. Do you need to get that?” I asked, trying to catch my breath.

He paused for a moment with a grin and replied, “Nope, I’m rather busy here. Let them leave a voicemail.” He picked up where he left off, returning me to ecstasy. When I was just about to reach the point of no return, his damn phone started again. Ugh!

“Maybe it’s important,” I panted. “I think you should at least check it.”

Reluctantly, he moved off the bed and started searching through his jeans for the phone.

He checked the caller ID. “Damn! It’s the station.” He hit the call button. “Yeah?” Wow, he wasn’t trying to hide his irritation in the least. “Are you sure? Christ, yeah I’ll be there in a bit.” He ended the call and began pulling on his jeans. “I need to go to work. There was another attack and they think it’s related.”

I sat up. “Are you serious? Oh my God. Is it one of the girls?”

“I don’t know,” he pulled his shirt over his shoulders and grabbed a pair of socks. “They didn’t say. The body was found in a dumpster on Tropicana but the wounds look the same. I have to get over there.” He leaned over me and gave me a soft kiss. “Look Karli, stay here and I’ll be back as soon as possible. Will you do that for me please?”

“Um, yeah I can do that.” I replied.

“Great, I’ll see you soon.” He kissed me on the forehead and walked down the hall. I heard the front door open and then close seconds later.

Throwing myself back on the bed in frustration, I let out a big sigh. Imagine that. I’m sitting here all hot and bothered with no man in sight. This is starting to be a very disturbing trend.

Chapter 18

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I threw on Vance’s robe and headed towards the kitchen for some pizza. I watched TV while I ate and had a couple of beers. A picture on the sofa table caught my eye so I decided to check it out. It was an old sepia toned photo of a family. Upon closer inspection, I could make out a teenaged Vance with what I assumed were his parents.

The man in the photo, appearing to be in his twenties was very handsome, with Vance’s light hair and eyes wearing a finely tailored pin striped suit with a dark, wide brimmed hat. The dark haired woman was dressed in a mid-calf length dress, covered with a fur shawl. She had a bob haircut and a long strand of pearls. When I looked closer, I could see the tip of her pointed ear poking out from behind her hair. Yep, definitely a fairy. Vance was w

earing a pair of knickers with a button up sweater vest and a long sleeve shirt. You could clearly see the resemblance. Physically, he seemed to represent both parents equally. Based on the clothing, I would guess this photo was taken sometime in the 1920’s. Oh my God, that would make Vance over one hundred years old!

I browsed through the other photos and saw him throughout different periods of his life. There was a picture of him getting a commendation of some sort, in what looked like the 1940’s or 50’s. Another one had him wearing a tux, sitting in a red 1960’s convertible with his arms stretched across the bench seat. God, he looked so happy. He was laughing with his entire body. It makes me wonder who was at the other end of that camera. Maybe I felt a little jealous that it wasn’t me. Moving on…..

Next in line was a photo of him standing with a couple. All three of them were wearing big smiles. They were in a boat over what looks like Lake Mead. The couple looked familiar but I couldn’t place them because they were wearing hats and large sunglasses. What am I saying? This picture was obviously taken before I was even born. But why are the hairs on the back of my neck standing up right now? Shaking it off, I looked at the most recent picture on the table. Vance was standing with an elderly couple in someplace tropical. They were clearly human based on their age, but there was nothing to indicate his relationship with them. It seems that he had a very full and happy life at some point. I wonder when that changed. He’s certainly not the carefree guy that appears in most of these pictures. He carries too much pain from his past. That’s for certain.

I decided I had enough of my stroll down Vance’s memory lane. I have so many questions right now that only he can answer and I would drive myself crazy if I continued to think about it when he wasn’t here to fill me in. I went into the kitchen and rinsed my dish, placing it in the dishwasher. I then walked back into his bedroom and really took a look around, since I didn’t get a chance to do so earlier. The room was elegant, yet very masculine. The vaulted ceilings carried into here, making the room appear even larger. Wide arches with recessed lighting spanned the mocha colored walls. His king sized bed was placed in the middle of the back wall. It had a tall dark brown padded headboard with cream colored bedding. There were cherry wood nightstands on each end sitting next to tall rectangular windows. The far right corner had an oversized apothecary chest with beautifully ornate carvings. A small sitting area was off to the side of that, consisting of two arm chairs and a bookshelf.

The master bath was towards my left through a set of double doors. There was a large walk in closet immediately on my left with a double sink vanity to the right. The cream colored granite countertops matched the tiles below. Wow, the glass enclosed shower looked like it could fit ten people! I started getting visions of being pressed up against that wall in a delightfully compromising position. The shower stood next to a Jacuzzi tub which promised equally enticing fun. Oh my!

Vance probably wouldn’t be home for a while so I figured I should get some sleep while I could. I quickly washed my face before grabbing one of his t-shirts and crawling into bed. I closed my eyes smiling as I pictured the possibilities upon his return.

I woke sometime later at the sound of a door closing. I listened for a bit and could hear someone walking towards the bedroom. “Vance, is that you?” I called.

“Yeah,” he said as he was stepping into the room. I felt him sit down on the bed as he reached to turn on a lamp. “Sorry, I was trying not to wake you.”

“What time is it?” I asked sleepily, still snuggling under the covers.

“About twenty minutes before five.” He replied.

“Wow, you were gone for a long time.”

“Yeah, it’s been a long night.”

“What happened?” I asked.

He reached out and started petting my hair. “Shh honey, don’t think about that right now. Don’t worry; it wasn’t anyone from the bar. Look, I’ve been awake for over twenty-four hours and I really need to get some sleep. I’m just going to hop in the shower real quick. Go back to sleep. I’ll be in bed shortly.” He turned off the lamp and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door. I heard the shower turn on and closed my eyes thinking about how I liked the way he called me “honey”. I fell back asleep listening to the spray, only waking for a moment when Vance nestled in behind me under the covers.

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