"That's a very good question and I'm not sure of the
answer."
The strange sense of calm she brought to him
was back again and he welcomed it as he watched the setting sun
play over her hair and skin. It added a glow to her that made her
seem almost angelic in the growing twilight. "You've got plenty of
time to find that answer," he told her.
"I guess. What about you, what do you
do?"
"Not college," he said with a laugh.
She was aware that it wasn't much of an
answer but she didn't press it further. He lifted the bottle to his
mouth and took a long swallow from it. His skin glistened with a
thin sheen of sweat as he lowered the bottle again. There was
something about his gaze that made her stomach feel like a thousand
butterflies were flitting around in it. Her hand fisted as she
fought the urge to run her finger over his chin, she was dying to
know what his skin would feel like.
His head tilted to the side in a way that
made her think he was trying to see inside her, trying to
understand her, but she didn't know what he was looking for or
trying to grasp. Feeling a little self-conscious, she fiddled with
a strand of her hair. "Where are you from Emma?"
"Upstate New York but I went to college in
Pennsylvania. What about you?"
"Oregon."
"I've never been there but I've heard it's
beautiful."
"It is."
He moved closer and placed the bottle on the
table. He carried the subtle scent of male and something entirely
enticing that brought to mind springtime and sex as it tickled her
nostrils. Her fingers clenched on her thighs as her body quickened.
What was wrong with her? She never felt this way around men, not
even Tristan had made her feel this turned on and she'd stupidly
thought she might be in love with that pathetic ass.
Unclenching her fingers, she pushed back a
strand of hair and grabbed her drink. She could feel his eyes on
her as she took a sip. The door opened and three men stepped into
the bar. Emma barely glanced at them but Ethan's casual attitude
vanished as he straightened in the chair and the smile slid from
his face. At the bar, Stefan rose from his stool and moved to stand
in front of Isabelle.
Ethan prepared himself to launch to his feet
if it became necessary when the three vampires entered. He didn't
smell the foul stench of garbage on them that would indicate that
they were killers though. It was something he hadn't realized that
only he and his siblings could smell on the more murderous vampires
until Stefan had come into their lives. Ethan had assumed everyone
could detect the stench but it appeared that only purebred vampires
were able to do so. It was a handy ability to know if a vampire was
a killer or not, but even if he didn't detect that scent on them,
he couldn't relax either. Not with them being in such close
proximity to Isabelle and Emma.
Isabelle touched Stefan's arm and shook her
head no. Though he relaxed slightly he didn't return to his seat.
Ethan tried to appear casual but he couldn't turn his gaze away
from the men. Attacking Ethan or any member of his family would be
a stupid mistake for these men to make, Stefan was old and
powerful, and he and Isabelle weren't anything to mess with
either.
Emma frowned as she glanced from the men to
Ethan then over to his family. The men didn't seem like much of a
threat, one of them was blond and could easily have been a horse
jockey given his small stature, the other was also blond and maybe
weighed a hundred and forty pounds soaking wet, and the third was
of average height and weight and had reddish colored hair. The men
looked Ethan and Stefan over before moving to the other end of the
bar.
"Where are you staying?" Ethan asked. He was
still trying to sound casual but he heard the strain in his own
voice.
Emma continued to stare at the men before
turning her attention back to him. "We're renting a house down the
road," she told him. He nodded but his eyes remained on the men.
The skinny one was talking to Mandy who didn't look at