“I’ll leave you to it. Come and find me later?” Lachlan asks Griff.
“Definitely, we’ll head to the house after this so we can say hello to everyone,” Griff replies.
Lachlan smirks, “Plus, Ma will come and find you if you head straight to your cabin, and she’ll bring Dad along with her and probably a whole host of other people.”
“That too,” Griff grins.
Lachlan turns his attention to me, “I’m looking forward to getting to know you better later. I’ve got some stories I can tell you about this one.”
“Fuck you,” Griff grumbles, as he steers me away from his brother and toward the door.
I lean around Griff as he carries on walking me, “We’ll talk later!”
Lachlan bursts out laughing, “You got it!”
Griff is shaking his head, but he has a smile playing around the edge of his lips.
“I like him, he’s awesome,” River grins.
“Do you think we can convince him to show us some baby pictures?” Doc asks with a smirk.
“You probably won’t even have to ask,” Griff mutters, making me smile.
I can’t help but grin at the disgruntled yet resigned look that Griff has on his face. He knows that we’re going to get shown baby pictures.
They can't be that bad.
I mean really, what baby pictures are bad? They’re all just cute and adorable.
The heavy wooden door opens before anyone can say anything else, and a woman with kind eyes and dark auburn hair smiles at us all, “Chief is waiting for you. We’re happy to see you, Griff.”
Griff smiles, “Thanks, Anabelle.”
He quickly introduces us all as we head through the halls of the house. Calling it simply a house doesn’t quite seem grand enough for it, but a mansion seems too pretentious for the warm and inviting space, so I’m going to settle on calling it a house. Because you know that’s the important thing right now. It turns out that Anabelle is the Chief’s wife, and I have to say that I’m a whole lot less nervous about meeting the Chief and asking for a favor than I was. She’s so lovely that he can’t be anything but lovely too.
Surely?
We’re shown to the back corner of the house, at least that’s where I think I am, my sense of direction is utterly diabolical unless I have my ability switched on, and it's iffy at best.
The door is open, and we’re ushered inside and greeted by a smiling dark-haired man with laugh lines around his eyes and a big bushy beard. He looks to be around forty-ish, but as with all supernaturals, looks can be deceiving, and I would imagine that he’s actually a lot older.
“I’m just going to go and start dinner,” Anabelle says as she waits by the door.
The Chief chuckles, “Don’t worry about it, word has already spread, I think the plan is to light the fires and cook over the pits.”
Anabelle grins, “Perfect.”
“I’ll be out to help in a moment,” the Chief replies.
“We will too,” Coen adds with a smile.
She smiles and then closes the door gently behind her.
I turn back to the Chief. There are only two chairs in here, and the Chief rounds his desk and perches on the edge as he smiles at us.
“Griff, it’s good to see you,” he says warmly.
“You too,” Griff replies. He once again introduces us all.
