A Hidden Fire
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Suppressing a snicker, she went back to writing her paper.
They both worked quietly for another hour. When she finished her homework, she looked in her bag and realized she had forgotten the paperback she was reading that morning.
“Damn,” she whispered.
He looked up from his work. “What?”
She frowned and looked up, surprised he had heard. “Oh, I’m sorry. It’s nothing. Just forgot my book at home.”
She thought she heard him snort a little.
“What?”
He couldn’t contain the small chuckle. “You’re in a library.”
“What?” She couldn’t help but smile. “Oh, I know, but I was reading that one. Besides, I can’t exactly go wander around in the fiction section looking for a new book. I’m working.”
“True.”
“Unless you want to finish up early so I can go do that.”
He frowned and looked at the clock on the wall. “Do you really need me to?”
Beatrice laughed out loud. “No! Of course not, I’m just teasing. I don’t expect you to cut your research time short for me.” She chuckled quietly as she turned to the computer to check her e-mail and look at her stock report online. She took careful note of a few investments she had left from her father’s estate and emailed herself a reminder to move one of them when she got back home.
She glanced at the man copying the Tibetan book and realized he almost looked annoyed. She cleared her throat. “Thanks, though…for offering. That was nice.”
He cocked one eyebrow at her. “Far be it from me to keep a woman from her book. That could become dangerous.”
She snorted and shook her head a little. Giovanni smiled and returned to his transcription. They both worked in silence for a while longer before she heard him put down his pencil.
“What was it?”
“What?” Beatrice tore her eyes from the computer monitor.
“The book. The one you forgot?”
She frowned. “Oh…uh, Bonfire of the Vanities. Tom Wolfe.”
His lips twitched when he heard the title. “Oh.”
“Have you read it?”
His smile almost looked rueful as he turned back to his work. “No.”
“It’s good. It’s set in New York. I’ve never been, have you?”
He nodded as he took out a blank sheet of paper and started a new page of careful notes. “I have. It’s very…fast.”
“Fast?”
“Yes, I prefer the pace of Southern cities.”
“I can see that.”
“Can you?”
She looked up to see Giovanni staring, his blue-green eyes almost burning her with the intensity of their focus.
“I—I think so,” she said, glancing down to avoid his gaze.
He stared for another minute before she noticed him look back to his notes.
Beatrice let out a breath, oddly disturbed by their conversation. After another half an hour, he stood and began to pack up his materials to leave.
She watched him in amusement, his deliberate movements somehow reminding her of her late grandfather when he came home from work for the day. She flashed for a moment to the image of her Grandpa Hector emptying his pockets and setting his old-fashioned pocket watch on the dresser in her grandparents’ room.
Beatrice walked over to collect the manuscript and return it to the locked stacks. By the time she came back, she caught only a glimpse of Giovanni as he rushed out the door with a quick, “Goodnight, Beatrice,” called over his shoulder.
She watched him walk out the door with an admiring look, reminded again that there was nothing haphazard about the way Dr. Giovanni Vecchio moved. He walked with a fluid and silent grace that seemed as effortless as it was swift.
Beatrice exited the room a few moments after him, locking up behind her and making sure all the lights were off. She no longer expected to see him waiting for the slow elevator, and she thought she heard the click of the stairwell door as it closed down the darkened hall.
“Five flights of stairs?” she wondered quietly. “No wonder he has such a great ass.” The elevator dinged just as she pushed the button to go down.
Chapter Three
Houston, Texas
October 2003
“Going out this evening?”
Giovanni looked up from buttoning his shirt to see Caspar standing at the door to his large suite of rooms on the third floor of the house. The heavy drapes were still drawn to protect the room from the setting sun, but Giovanni was feeling uncharacteristically light as he finished his evening preparations.
“Yes.” His voice was clipped, but cheerful, as he answered. “Daylight savings time, Caspar.”
Though most of his existence without sunlight did not bother him, Giovanni did envy the mortal freedom of movement during daylight hours. Thus, the short days of winter and the early dark was always something he considered cause for celebration.
Caspar chuckled at the boyish excitement on his friend’s face. He went to hang the dry cleaning in the large walk-in closet at the back of the room.
“It’s the most wonderful time of the year,” he sang, while instinctively dodging the balled up socks Giovanni threw at him. A large grey cat sitting quietly in the corner of the bed unfolded itself and went to investigate the socks.
They both worked quietly for another hour. When she finished her homework, she looked in her bag and realized she had forgotten the paperback she was reading that morning.
“Damn,” she whispered.
He looked up from his work. “What?”
She frowned and looked up, surprised he had heard. “Oh, I’m sorry. It’s nothing. Just forgot my book at home.”
She thought she heard him snort a little.
“What?”
He couldn’t contain the small chuckle. “You’re in a library.”
“What?” She couldn’t help but smile. “Oh, I know, but I was reading that one. Besides, I can’t exactly go wander around in the fiction section looking for a new book. I’m working.”
“True.”
“Unless you want to finish up early so I can go do that.”
He frowned and looked at the clock on the wall. “Do you really need me to?”
Beatrice laughed out loud. “No! Of course not, I’m just teasing. I don’t expect you to cut your research time short for me.” She chuckled quietly as she turned to the computer to check her e-mail and look at her stock report online. She took careful note of a few investments she had left from her father’s estate and emailed herself a reminder to move one of them when she got back home.
She glanced at the man copying the Tibetan book and realized he almost looked annoyed. She cleared her throat. “Thanks, though…for offering. That was nice.”
He cocked one eyebrow at her. “Far be it from me to keep a woman from her book. That could become dangerous.”
She snorted and shook her head a little. Giovanni smiled and returned to his transcription. They both worked in silence for a while longer before she heard him put down his pencil.
“What was it?”
“What?” Beatrice tore her eyes from the computer monitor.
“The book. The one you forgot?”
She frowned. “Oh…uh, Bonfire of the Vanities. Tom Wolfe.”
His lips twitched when he heard the title. “Oh.”
“Have you read it?”
His smile almost looked rueful as he turned back to his work. “No.”
“It’s good. It’s set in New York. I’ve never been, have you?”
He nodded as he took out a blank sheet of paper and started a new page of careful notes. “I have. It’s very…fast.”
“Fast?”
“Yes, I prefer the pace of Southern cities.”
“I can see that.”
“Can you?”
She looked up to see Giovanni staring, his blue-green eyes almost burning her with the intensity of their focus.
“I—I think so,” she said, glancing down to avoid his gaze.
He stared for another minute before she noticed him look back to his notes.
Beatrice let out a breath, oddly disturbed by their conversation. After another half an hour, he stood and began to pack up his materials to leave.
She watched him in amusement, his deliberate movements somehow reminding her of her late grandfather when he came home from work for the day. She flashed for a moment to the image of her Grandpa Hector emptying his pockets and setting his old-fashioned pocket watch on the dresser in her grandparents’ room.
Beatrice walked over to collect the manuscript and return it to the locked stacks. By the time she came back, she caught only a glimpse of Giovanni as he rushed out the door with a quick, “Goodnight, Beatrice,” called over his shoulder.
She watched him walk out the door with an admiring look, reminded again that there was nothing haphazard about the way Dr. Giovanni Vecchio moved. He walked with a fluid and silent grace that seemed as effortless as it was swift.
Beatrice exited the room a few moments after him, locking up behind her and making sure all the lights were off. She no longer expected to see him waiting for the slow elevator, and she thought she heard the click of the stairwell door as it closed down the darkened hall.
“Five flights of stairs?” she wondered quietly. “No wonder he has such a great ass.” The elevator dinged just as she pushed the button to go down.
Chapter Three
Houston, Texas
October 2003
“Going out this evening?”
Giovanni looked up from buttoning his shirt to see Caspar standing at the door to his large suite of rooms on the third floor of the house. The heavy drapes were still drawn to protect the room from the setting sun, but Giovanni was feeling uncharacteristically light as he finished his evening preparations.
“Yes.” His voice was clipped, but cheerful, as he answered. “Daylight savings time, Caspar.”
Though most of his existence without sunlight did not bother him, Giovanni did envy the mortal freedom of movement during daylight hours. Thus, the short days of winter and the early dark was always something he considered cause for celebration.
Caspar chuckled at the boyish excitement on his friend’s face. He went to hang the dry cleaning in the large walk-in closet at the back of the room.
“It’s the most wonderful time of the year,” he sang, while instinctively dodging the balled up socks Giovanni threw at him. A large grey cat sitting quietly in the corner of the bed unfolded itself and went to investigate the socks.
