Holiday with a Vampire: Christmas Cravings

Grayson strung lights. He hung up an ornament-and-pinecone-studded wreath on the front door and even helped wrap wide, bright, red ribbon around the columns along the porch.

He shook his head as he slipped through the night, amazed at just what he’d come to. Putting up Christmas decorations, for pity’s sake. He still wasn’t sure exactly how Tessa had managed to get him to help. But one look into her deep blue eyes and he’d heard himself agreeing to all manner of things he wouldn’t have considered before.

Glancing back at the house, he paused a moment to take in the jewel-like brilliance of it. Lamplight shone from every window. The twinkling, multicolored lights ran along the bottom rim of the roof and smoke lifted and twisted from the chimney.

It looked like a Christmas card.

Scowling to himself, he turned his back on the festive sight and loped into the shadowy depths of the stand of woods. He found the snow-covered duffel bag with his clothes easily enough. He’d dropped it when he was hit on the head the night before. Grabbing the icy leather strap, he swung his gaze over his surroundings, searching for that hint of something wrong.

He’d felt it earlier. Then again when Tessa was laughing at him over the placement of her damned ribbons. Something. Someone? In the woods.

Watching.

Who was being watched, though?

Him? Or Tessa?

Thoughts of her brought Tessa’s image to mind and he wanted to growl at himself for giving a damn about what happened to her. It wasn’t only hearing her story of the man who’d stalked her. It wasn’t the fact that she’d saved his ass by dragging him out of the encroaching sunlight. It was more. It was her.

By rights he should have been gone by now. Far away from her and what she made him feel. But damned if he’d walk away wondering if he’d left her in the middle of a vampire war. Swinging one arm back, he tossed his duffel toward the house and listened for the muffled thump when it landed. He’d pick it up later. When he came back.

For now, he’d had enough of close proximity to Tessa. He needed to be in the night. Where he belonged. Where he didn’t have to think about a human woman who was spending far too much time in his thoughts.

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