It was a fancy model that
had a thick, black cover on it. "Let me inquire with Neal on the
matter."
"Wow…" She giggled as she watched him quickly
type. "You text? And here I thought you were an old-fashioned guy."
"My age is the only thing old about me." He didn't look up at her. It seemed he was
writing something longer than "What is the password to the wireless
internet."
"You don't look old to me." A small smile peeked
on her face. It was a shy expression, her head turning slightly downward and to
the side. "You looked refined, like a gentleman."
He looked at her strangely, but she was sending a text to
Caleb and didn't notice. "Refined…like the sinful waters of hell that run
through my veins."
"I think I'm going to steal some of those lines."
She playfully nudged his shoulder as she pensively bit her lip. "I bet
you've got some great romantic lines, too."
"So I am told." He glanced toward the door then
back at her. "Do you wish to join the others tonight?" His eyes
narrowed on her. "Can you conduct yourself in a respectable manner?"
"Can I wear my own clothes?"
"No." He turned to his phone when it beeped,
reading the answer to her question aloud. "The password is
killzone666." He laughed as he looked over at her. "Easy to
remember."
"I won't go unless I get to wear my own clothes."
"No." His eyes narrowed on the screen of his phone
instead of her.
"I thought you didn't like technological stuff."
She spoke teasingly as she watched him send someone another text.
"I said your laptop was a waste of time. I was
referring to your addiction to the internet." He pointed to her phone.
"And apparently porn, as well."
"Hey." She sent him a dirty look. Even though she
was angry he had seen Caleb's picture, she tried to brush it off. "What's
your number?" Her fingers poised to type it.
"So you can send me those ridiculous—"
"Fine." She pulled his phone from his hands and
went to his messages. "Then, I'll take it by force." She laughed.
"Gosh, your keys are so slick, like you text a lot." She quickly sent
herself a text. Then, she snooped through the inbox of his phone, many of the
messages from women. She went to open one, but he ripped it away from her
before she could.
"Please, don't—" The ding of a new message
interrupted him.
Remember me.
A small giggle escaped her lips as she watched him read her
text. "Save it."
Instead of smiling, he quickly looked away. He put his phone
slowly back into his suit jacket. "Dinner is at seven. I will see you
then."
"Can I wear my own clothes?"
"No." He stood.
"Then, I'm not going." She turned away from him
and opened her laptop.
"As you wish."
"I—" She glanced up, but he had disappeared. A
deep sigh escaped her lips as she rolled her eyes.
She worked on Forever
Black for a little bit, but she couldn't concentrate, so instead she called
Natalie. She spoke to her for about a half an hour until she heard a knock at
the door and quickly ended her call to answer it.
"Lady Brown?" Neal was standing at the door. He
had two large boxes in his hands. "These came for you this
afternoon."
"Thanks." She motioned toward the floor. "Can
you put those right there?"
"Of course." He set them down.
It was about seven thirty, and she had missed dinner with
the others. She could see the slight anger on Neal's face, but her eyes didn't
linger on his long enough to care. He waited a few seconds for her to say
something, but she didn't. Instead, she went over to the boxes and started
going through them. She smiled when she picked up the note that lay on top of her
clothes.
Char picked up some stuff for you. Hope this works. Lotsa love, Caleb.
"Would you like to come downstairs?" Neal watched
her pick up a child's thermos, a small laugh escaping her lips. He looked at
her strangely then at what was in her hands.
"No, but—" She handed him the thermos. "Will
you get me something to drink? I don't drink from live donors. I usually have
Caleb do this for me, but
had a thick, black cover on it. "Let me inquire with Neal on the
matter."
"Wow…" She giggled as she watched him quickly
type. "You text? And here I thought you were an old-fashioned guy."
"My age is the only thing old about me." He didn't look up at her. It seemed he was
writing something longer than "What is the password to the wireless
internet."
"You don't look old to me." A small smile peeked
on her face. It was a shy expression, her head turning slightly downward and to
the side. "You looked refined, like a gentleman."
He looked at her strangely, but she was sending a text to
Caleb and didn't notice. "Refined…like the sinful waters of hell that run
through my veins."
"I think I'm going to steal some of those lines."
She playfully nudged his shoulder as she pensively bit her lip. "I bet
you've got some great romantic lines, too."
"So I am told." He glanced toward the door then
back at her. "Do you wish to join the others tonight?" His eyes
narrowed on her. "Can you conduct yourself in a respectable manner?"
"Can I wear my own clothes?"
"No." He turned to his phone when it beeped,
reading the answer to her question aloud. "The password is
killzone666." He laughed as he looked over at her. "Easy to
remember."
"I won't go unless I get to wear my own clothes."
"No." His eyes narrowed on the screen of his phone
instead of her.
"I thought you didn't like technological stuff."
She spoke teasingly as she watched him send someone another text.
"I said your laptop was a waste of time. I was
referring to your addiction to the internet." He pointed to her phone.
"And apparently porn, as well."
"Hey." She sent him a dirty look. Even though she
was angry he had seen Caleb's picture, she tried to brush it off. "What's
your number?" Her fingers poised to type it.
"So you can send me those ridiculous—"
"Fine." She pulled his phone from his hands and
went to his messages. "Then, I'll take it by force." She laughed.
"Gosh, your keys are so slick, like you text a lot." She quickly sent
herself a text. Then, she snooped through the inbox of his phone, many of the
messages from women. She went to open one, but he ripped it away from her
before she could.
"Please, don't—" The ding of a new message
interrupted him.
Remember me.
A small giggle escaped her lips as she watched him read her
text. "Save it."
Instead of smiling, he quickly looked away. He put his phone
slowly back into his suit jacket. "Dinner is at seven. I will see you
then."
"Can I wear my own clothes?"
"No." He stood.
"Then, I'm not going." She turned away from him
and opened her laptop.
"As you wish."
"I—" She glanced up, but he had disappeared. A
deep sigh escaped her lips as she rolled her eyes.
She worked on Forever
Black for a little bit, but she couldn't concentrate, so instead she called
Natalie. She spoke to her for about a half an hour until she heard a knock at
the door and quickly ended her call to answer it.
"Lady Brown?" Neal was standing at the door. He
had two large boxes in his hands. "These came for you this
afternoon."
"Thanks." She motioned toward the floor. "Can
you put those right there?"
"Of course." He set them down.
It was about seven thirty, and she had missed dinner with
the others. She could see the slight anger on Neal's face, but her eyes didn't
linger on his long enough to care. He waited a few seconds for her to say
something, but she didn't. Instead, she went over to the boxes and started
going through them. She smiled when she picked up the note that lay on top of her
clothes.
Char picked up some stuff for you. Hope this works. Lotsa love, Caleb.
"Would you like to come downstairs?" Neal watched
her pick up a child's thermos, a small laugh escaping her lips. He looked at
her strangely then at what was in her hands.
"No, but—" She handed him the thermos. "Will
you get me something to drink? I don't drink from live donors. I usually have
Caleb do this for me, but
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