A Hidden Fire
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She realized it probably wasn’t the healthiest way to cope, but between the library and her grandfather, she had managed to make it through high school.  After that, she had buried herself in her college studies, and it wasn’t until she’d begun working at the university library that she felt like she found her niche.
“B, honey, you just look more gorgeous every time I see you!” she heard her grandmother’s friend, Sally Devereaux, call across the parking lot.  Sally was the epitome of a Texas matriarch, complete with the requisite giant hair, heavy twang, and big personality.  The others in the group, Marta Voorhies and Laura Gambetti, were quieter.
“How is your wonderful new job, B?” Marta asked.
“Yes, Isadora says you’re working for an Italian gentleman,” Laura added with wink.  “Italian men are, of course, the most handsome on the planet.”
Beatrice laughed at the women’s curiosity.  She had a feeling that knowing her employer was a five hundred-year-old vampire would do nothing to put them off.  They would probably just ask to see his fangs.
“Hey, everyone.  Yeah, it’s pretty cool.  I’ll tell you all about it during dinner, okay?”
“If we don’t get in there, we aren’t going to be dining, girls!” Sally boomed.  “Let’s go inside, we’ll talk while we eat.”
“Yes,” Isadora added, “and you can try to persuade her to get a picture of him.”
“Grandma—”
“Oh, B, you must!”
“Is he really that handsome?”
“More importantly, is he single?”
“I’d like to hear more about his work; it sounds fascinating!”
Beatrice sighed deeply, enveloped in their familiar chatter and followed the four women inside.
Hours later, after she had tentatively agreed to take a picture of her boss and set her grandmother up on a blind date with Caspar at Sally’s insistence, she drove back to their small house.
“Beatrice, did you remember to pick up those art books for me from the library?” Isadora asked.  “I need them to teach my class tomorrow.”
“Oh shoot.  I got them, and then left them at Gio’s last night when I was working.  I’m sorry.”
“It’s no problem, dear.  I did want them soon so I could show the young man in my class about the brush technique I was trying to explain.  When do you go back?”
She frowned.  “You know, I’ll run by and get them.  Otherwise I won’t be back until Thursday night.”
“Oh, it’s too late.  I don’t want to wake anyone for some silly books.”
Beatrice smirked.  “Trust me, they’ll be awake.”
“Well, if you’re sure…”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine.”  Beatrice reasoned that even if Giovanni was out with Carwyn, Caspar was likely to be home.  Plus, the vampire’s house in River Oaks wasn’t all that far from her grandmother’s place.
She dropped Isadora off and made the short drive to Giovanni’s home.  As she pulled up to the gate, she could just see Carwyn’s huge Irish wolfhound peek his head over the low wall.
She pushed the button to call the house.
“Yes?”
“It’s B, Caspar.  I forgot some books here last night.  Do you mind if I come in quick and grab them?”
She heard the gate buzz and the butler’s amused voice could be heard as she pulled forward.  “Of course not, and—may I add—what wonderful timing you have, my dear!”
Narrowing her eyes at the odd statement, she pulled through the gate, keeping her window down as Bran, Carwyn’s grey dog, trotted alongside her car.
“How’s it going tonight, Bran?”  The huge dog huffed as he escorted her up the driveway.
“Dig up any more roses?”  Beatrice grinned, remembering the amusing rant Giovanni had gone on last Thursday after a particularly muddy set of footprints found their way into the living room.  “Manage to find Doyle yet?”
At the mention of the cat’s name, the wolfhound abruptly halted, looked across the yard as if remembering something and let out a bellow before he shot across the lawn.
Laughing at the amusing and very friendly dog, Beatrice finally pulled behind the garage where she usually parked her small car.  She walked to the kitchen door and knocked, pleased to see Caspar’s smiling face through the glass panels.
“Ah!  B, I’m so glad you’re here.  No one ever believes me, but now you’ll know the truth.”
She frowned in confusion.  “Uh…Cas, what are you talking about, and does it involve bodily injury?  Because I kind of like this blouse, and I’m not wearing my boots.”
Caspar snorted.  “No, but he always comes across as so dignified, doesn’t he?  Now, my dear,” the grey-haired butler winked, “you’ll know the real Giovanni.”
And with that mysterious statement, he practically pulled her into the kitchen.  She looked around in confusion for a moment before she heard the loud yells coming from the living room.
“Bloody bastard, I did not see that coming!”
“Use the folding chair!  It’s sitting in the corner for a reason!”
Beatrice’s eyes widened when she heard the two men yelling.  The sound of applause filled the living room and the surround sound poured into the kitchen.