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

warm, and very inviting.
    I ran my hand over the back of the couch as I
looked around. “It’s so nice! Have you ever seen such a gorgeous
house before?”
    He chuckled at my amazement. “Well yes honey.
I’ve been around a long time. Our Archer likes the finer things in
life. Stick around for thirteen hundred years and you will,
too.”
    I stopped mid-step and looked over at Trey
with wide eyes. “Thirteen hundred years? Are you 1,300 years
old?”
    Trey put one hand on his cheek and quickly
waved the other one in my direction, dismissing my question. “Oh
now, never mind that. Let’s go into the kitchen, shall we?” He
turned on his heel and disappeared through another archway without
a word.
    But...who’s thirteen hundred years
old ? And, why doesn’t he want to tell me ? I shook my
head and followed him into the kitchen. It was massive, to say the
least. There were two refrigerators, a large island, and black
marble covered countertops. The cabinets were the same dark colored
wood that was on the floors and everything was polished to a high
shine.
    Trey opened the fridge and took out a bag of
blood. “Would you like a bottle of water, dear? Or, I could make
you something stronger, if you’d like?”
    I shook my head. “No thank you, hon,” I said
as I watched him pop the bag of blood in the microwave and hit
start.
    Thirty seconds later, he took it out and we
resumed the tour. He showed me the formal dining room and the wine
cellar before taking me into the family room. Quinn, Hunter,
Seamus, and Lochlan were playing a game of Texas Hold’em at a small
poker table in the corner. You could immediately tell that these
guys didn’t mess around when it came to their poker. Everyone had
on their ‘poker face’ and there was a huge stack of cash in the
middle of the table. Hunter saw us as we crossed the room and gave
us a polite, but quick nod of his head. Seamus and Lochlan briefly
said hello to me before returning to the game as well.
    I looked around and the family room was as
impressive as the rest of the house. The ceilings were high, the
sectional couch was long and cushy, and the flat screen television
was at least 72 inches. I stared at the wide screen and grinned. This would make one hell of a place to watch the Saturday night
UFC matches. I pictured myself sitting on the couch, beer in
hand, watching Anderson Silva easily hand some dude his ass and I
smiled widely. Oh yeah. I’m definitely making that happen! I
don’t care who I have to bribe…
    Trey grabbed my hand and pulled me through
the right side of the family room and down a long hall. The first
door we came to was an empty guest bedroom.
    “You’ll most likely be rooming here,
sweetness,” Trey said as he opened the door. “All of the other
rooms are ocupado at the moment.”
    I peered inside the guest room and
immediately fell in love. The bed was a massive, king-size canopy
with romantic sheer white curtains around it and was covered in
white silk sheets and tons of large, fluffy pillows. I immediately
wanted to run, fling myself on the bed and roll around in it.
    Trey chuckled and I looked over at him. “I
can tell someone likes this room very much,” he said with a grin.
“You are radiating some serious excitement over there.”
    I blushed and bit my lip. “I can’t help it. I
LOVE silk sheets and big, fluffy pillows,” I said as I looked
around the rest of the room. There was a beautiful vanity against
the left wall, a dark wood armoire in the left corner, tall French
doors that led to a flower garden against the far back wall, a
white microfiber chaise lounge in the right corner by the bed, and
it had its own massive bathroom.
    I turned to Trey again and smiled. “I am SO
rooming here.”
    He laughed as he walked us out of the room
and further down the hall. The next room we came to had the door
shut. “This is Archer’s room here, so we won’t go in,” he said as
we started to pass it.
    I stopped and stared at the