Big Bad Beast
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The guests below reacted with cheers and applausealthough some of the dogs yipped nervously and the pups squealed.
See? Ric asked, grinning at her. Best part.
Absolutely. Although if Id known thered be a show, Id have brought us some dessert so we could eat something sweet and watch.
Ye of little faith, Miss Smith. Ric reached into the small insulated bag hed brought with him.
He pulled out small plates, placing one beside her and the other in front of himself. On each he placed four graham crackers and two very large marshmallows.
Arent we supposed to melt these? she asked, more tickled than shed ever been before.
Ive always loathed the idea of picking up random sticks that were in the dirt and sticking them through clean food. Besides, Im relatively certain I dont want to build a fire up here. So no melting. Lord, the man was just so logical. And it was just so . . . cute.
And the best part . . . He reached back into the bag and pulled out two bars of Hershey milk chocolate. She appreciated the fact that he didnt try to use that expensive, snooty chocolate the wild dogs preferred. Hed gone with an all-American favorite and since it was Fourth of July with all that
rockets red glare overhead, it only seemed right.
He handed her the still-wrapped candy and she took it, her fingers grazing against hisand thats when they both froze, the immediate recognition sending a shiver of absolute pleasure down Dees spine.
She looked into his eyes, eyes that were suddenly more familiar than theyd been only an hour ago and she saw the same thing there that she felt.
Thank you kindly, she whispered and they smiled at the same time.
I told Uncle Van Id be the one to feed you, Ric sighed out.
Pardon?
Nothing. Rics hand slipped behind the back of her neck and pulled her closer. Nothing at all. He kissed her, the fireworks display completely forgotten, and Dee knew in that moment that her daddy would finally have to accept a few things: Shed never be a doctor or lawyer, chances were that killing was as much a family business as her mommas pie shops, and that his only baby girl would forever be in love with a Van Holtz.
CHAPTER 27
Van opened his front door and let out a little sigh. Dee-Ann.
Mr. Van Holtz.
How are you?
Feelin pretty fine.
Is Ric with you?
Hes around. They gazed at each other and Van knew what he saw: that the cold, bloodthirsty, deadly spawn of Eggie Ray Smith loved Vans favorite cousin.
Why, oh, why, did these thingshappen to him?
Would you like to come in? he finallyand grudginglyasked.
Thank you kindly.
She stepped inside, those dog-yellow eyes taking everything in. Nice digs. He nearly shuddered. Thank you.
Ric stepped through the doorway, carrying two small duffle bags.
Uncle Van!
Grinning, feeling pure joy at seeing his cousin alive and well, Van hugged the kid right off his feet.
Im so glad to see you, Ric.
Im glad to see you, too.
Van released him and took a step back. Youre all right? Rics gaze moved across the hallway floor to the She-wolf wandering along, studying the pictures on the walls. Im doing great.
Vans eyes crossed. Youre such an idiot.
Ric grinned. I love you, too, Uncle Van.
Dee went around a corner, wondering if there was a bathroom nearby, and came face-to-face with a full-human female. She had ice blue eyes and curly dark brown hair that had streaks of grey throughout. The hair was thick and she wore it on top of her head in a loose ponytail. They gazed at each other for several long seconds until the female asked, Are you doing that on purpose? With your eyes?
No, maam. Born this way. Just like my daddy.
Really? Fascinating. And your height? Is that normal for your kind or are you freakishly built?
Irene, Niles Van Holtz said from behind Dee.
What? I didnt ask for a blood sample this time.
Dee-Ann Smith, this is my wife, Irene Conridge-Van Holtz.
Maam.
Youre a Smith? She studied Dee a little more. I thought they were to be killed on sight, she said to her husband.
Irene.
Why do I keep hearing that tone? She looked at Dee. Was I offensive to you?
Not sos Id notice.
See? she smirked. Not sos shed notice. Dee chuckled and watched the female move around her. Ulrich?
Hi, Aunt Irene.
The full-human opened her arms to Ric and he swept her up, hugging her tight. Im so glad to see you.
And you.
He placed her carefully on her feet, kissed her cheek.
You look very good, she told him. Your excellent bone structure will help ensure that youre extremely attractive well into your sixties. Perhaps even your seventies. He winked at Dee. Did you hear that?
Im standing right here.
See? Ric asked, grinning at her. Best part.
Absolutely. Although if Id known thered be a show, Id have brought us some dessert so we could eat something sweet and watch.
Ye of little faith, Miss Smith. Ric reached into the small insulated bag hed brought with him.
He pulled out small plates, placing one beside her and the other in front of himself. On each he placed four graham crackers and two very large marshmallows.
Arent we supposed to melt these? she asked, more tickled than shed ever been before.
Ive always loathed the idea of picking up random sticks that were in the dirt and sticking them through clean food. Besides, Im relatively certain I dont want to build a fire up here. So no melting. Lord, the man was just so logical. And it was just so . . . cute.
And the best part . . . He reached back into the bag and pulled out two bars of Hershey milk chocolate. She appreciated the fact that he didnt try to use that expensive, snooty chocolate the wild dogs preferred. Hed gone with an all-American favorite and since it was Fourth of July with all that
rockets red glare overhead, it only seemed right.
He handed her the still-wrapped candy and she took it, her fingers grazing against hisand thats when they both froze, the immediate recognition sending a shiver of absolute pleasure down Dees spine.
She looked into his eyes, eyes that were suddenly more familiar than theyd been only an hour ago and she saw the same thing there that she felt.
Thank you kindly, she whispered and they smiled at the same time.
I told Uncle Van Id be the one to feed you, Ric sighed out.
Pardon?
Nothing. Rics hand slipped behind the back of her neck and pulled her closer. Nothing at all. He kissed her, the fireworks display completely forgotten, and Dee knew in that moment that her daddy would finally have to accept a few things: Shed never be a doctor or lawyer, chances were that killing was as much a family business as her mommas pie shops, and that his only baby girl would forever be in love with a Van Holtz.
CHAPTER 27
Van opened his front door and let out a little sigh. Dee-Ann.
Mr. Van Holtz.
How are you?
Feelin pretty fine.
Is Ric with you?
Hes around. They gazed at each other and Van knew what he saw: that the cold, bloodthirsty, deadly spawn of Eggie Ray Smith loved Vans favorite cousin.
Why, oh, why, did these thingshappen to him?
Would you like to come in? he finallyand grudginglyasked.
Thank you kindly.
She stepped inside, those dog-yellow eyes taking everything in. Nice digs. He nearly shuddered. Thank you.
Ric stepped through the doorway, carrying two small duffle bags.
Uncle Van!
Grinning, feeling pure joy at seeing his cousin alive and well, Van hugged the kid right off his feet.
Im so glad to see you, Ric.
Im glad to see you, too.
Van released him and took a step back. Youre all right? Rics gaze moved across the hallway floor to the She-wolf wandering along, studying the pictures on the walls. Im doing great.
Vans eyes crossed. Youre such an idiot.
Ric grinned. I love you, too, Uncle Van.
Dee went around a corner, wondering if there was a bathroom nearby, and came face-to-face with a full-human female. She had ice blue eyes and curly dark brown hair that had streaks of grey throughout. The hair was thick and she wore it on top of her head in a loose ponytail. They gazed at each other for several long seconds until the female asked, Are you doing that on purpose? With your eyes?
No, maam. Born this way. Just like my daddy.
Really? Fascinating. And your height? Is that normal for your kind or are you freakishly built?
Irene, Niles Van Holtz said from behind Dee.
What? I didnt ask for a blood sample this time.
Dee-Ann Smith, this is my wife, Irene Conridge-Van Holtz.
Maam.
Youre a Smith? She studied Dee a little more. I thought they were to be killed on sight, she said to her husband.
Irene.
Why do I keep hearing that tone? She looked at Dee. Was I offensive to you?
Not sos Id notice.
See? she smirked. Not sos shed notice. Dee chuckled and watched the female move around her. Ulrich?
Hi, Aunt Irene.
The full-human opened her arms to Ric and he swept her up, hugging her tight. Im so glad to see you.
And you.
He placed her carefully on her feet, kissed her cheek.
You look very good, she told him. Your excellent bone structure will help ensure that youre extremely attractive well into your sixties. Perhaps even your seventies. He winked at Dee. Did you hear that?
Im standing right here.
