She looked up. In the dim light she caught a glimpse of dark lashes and a pale jaw. “Not everybody can be a vampire.”
He laughed. “Very funny.”
Let him think she was kidding, but she’d seen him take on the traits and features of the Pale Immortal.
He reached for the baby, cautiously touching a small, perfect fist. Smitten. “I’ve been thinking about our garden,” he said softly.
Could it work? “So have I.”
“What flowers should we plant? Other than night-blooming jasmine?”
“Daylilies.” In brilliant shades of orange and red.
“How about lavender?”
“I think that’s considered a plant, not a flower.”
“I like the way lavender smells.” He paused. “I love the way it smells.”
The baby whimpered. Unfocused eyes opened and little arms moved frantically.
“Poor sweetie. Do you need to be changed?” Rachel pressed a button on the bed’s control device, and muted blue light fell across the sheets.
Father and son simultaneously flinched and turned their faces away.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Praise for Anne Frasier
Other Books by Anne Frasier
Copyright Page
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Chapter Twenty-eight
Chapter Twenty-nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-one
Chapter Thirty-two
Chapter Thirty-three
Chapter Thirty-four
Chapter Thirty-five
Chapter Thirty-six
Chapter Thirty-seven
Chapter Thirty-eight
Chapter Thirty-nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-two
Chapter Forty-three
Chapter Forty-four
Chapter Forty-five
Chapter Forty-six
Chapter Forty-seven
Chapter Forty-eight
Chapter Forty-nine
Chapter Fifty
Chapter Fifty-one
Chapter Fifty-two
Chapter Fifty-three
Chapter Fifty-four
Chapter Fifty-five
Chapter Fifty-six