Free Skye Morrison Vampire 2 Sins of the Father by J.L. McCoy Page B

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we’re awake…” I started to say as I wiggled side to side briefly,
playfully, on his hips and looked down into his eyes. He growled
with need and flipped me over on my back. I squealed with laughter
as he showered my body with deliciously light, playful, hungry
kisses. It was another hour before we finally managed to get out of
bed.
     
    I sat on top of my kitchen counter, sipping
my morning cup of tea, as Jameson stood next to me at the stove
cooking me breakfast. I absolutely loved it when he cooked for me.
The first time he did was about a week ago after we fell asleep on
my couch while watching a movie. He surprised me the next morning
with a deliciously hardy and elaborate spread.
    Jameson was an extraordinarily good cook for
someone who hadn’t consumed food in 267 years. He flipped the bacon
and put on the French toast as we talked about our plans for the
day. Jameson had a show tonight at Whiskey Mick’s and would not be
working at The Mausoleum with me. We were making plans to meet up
at my house afterward when the furious pounding on my door
started.
    Styvi Nix barked like crazy and Jameson
flashed to the front door. He looked out the peephole, quickly
unlocked it and threw it wide open.
    “Thank God you’re both okay,” Nikki said
quickly, sighing in relief. “Have either of you been outside yet
today?” Nikki hurriedly asked Jameson.
    I quickly hopped down from the counter and
pulled my black silk robe tight around my body. “Nikki, are you
okay?” I asked, hurrying over to her. “What’s wrong?”
    I saw Jameson quickly flash outside in
nothing but his blue boxer shorts and I looked back at Nikki. She
was shaking her head, her eyes wide and apologetic. “It’s bad,
cupcake. Someone completely trashed both of your cars.”
    My jaw dropped and my brow furrowed in
confusion. “What?” I whispered as I shook my head in denial.
    “I just got home from Lyric’s and I freaked
out when I pulled up,” she said pulling me toward the door. “You’ve
got to see this.”
    I let her lead me outside and, when my
driveway came into view, my knees got weak. My feet stopped moving
on their own accord as I saw Jameson standing in the driveway next
to what was left of our cars.
    I put my hands to my mouth and shook my head. My car ! My sassy little beloved red two-seater was an
absolute wreck. All of the windows had been smashed out, the tires
slashed, and it looked as if someone had taken a baseball bat and a
wicked set of keys to the body. “Oh God,” I whispered as I slowly
gravitated toward what was left of my Pontiac Fiero.
    “We should call the cops,” Nikki said as she
pulled her cell phone out of her jeans.
    Jameson quickly jogged to us, stopping us
from walking any closer, and took the cell phone out of her hands.
“I’ve got a better idea,” he said calmly. “Mind if I borrow
this?”
    Nikki’s brow furrowed in confusion.
“Uh…okay…I guess. But, shouldn’t we call the police?” I turned to
Jameson, my eyes asking him the same question.
    Jameson looked me square in the eyes and
shook his head. His eyes were filled with a careful warning that I
didn’t quite understand. He turned back to Nikki. “No. I have quite
a few outstanding speeding tickets and I’d rather not get them
involved,” he lied easily. “Besides, I think I know who did
it.”
    My eyes got wide and I gasped as I instantly
thought of the only person it could have possibly been. “Jesse…” I
whispered.
    He glanced back over at me, shook he head
‘No’ infinitesimally and poignantly warned me again with his eyes.
“I’m going to go make a call. You two stay right here and stay away
from the cars.”
    We watched as Jameson jogged back inside.
Nikki turned to me and furrowed her brow. “Why in the hell would
Jesse trash your cars?” she asked confused. “He’s not that crazy,
is he?”
    I sighed and thought about it. Jameson had
shaken his head ‘No’ when I said Jesse’s name, so maybe he