“I’m sure you will, although I’ve known some women who’ve never—”
Merry held up one hand. “That’s okay, Gwyneth. Thanks for the milk. I’d better get back upstairs before Max wakes up and wants lunch.” She hefted her full breasts.
Gwyneth giggled. “I guess that’s best, since y’all are carryin’ around the restaurant.”
Merry sidled up to her awestruck husband, who was staring into the crib at his sleeping son.
“He really is a miracle, isn’t he?” she whispered.
Jason nodded his head. “I never imagined…” His throat seemed to clog.
“I know. Me neither.”
He pivoted and pulled her into his arms for a long kiss. When he released her lips, he didn’t break their embrace. He simply tucked her head under his chin and stroked her back.
“Jason?”
“Mmm?”
“I need to ask you a few things.”
He stepped away and took her hand. “Let’s talk in the living room.”
When they were settled on the sectional sofa, she took a deep breath. Exactly how would she explain everything Gwyneth had told her?
“Okay, this is going to sound weird, but I just learned a couple of things from Gwyneth.”
“You learned from Gwyneth? Thatisweird.”
She smirked. “Be nice. She’s a lovely woman with a good heart.”
“And has a ghost as a roommate.”
“Be that as it may, she seems to know what goes on around here better than we do.”
“Yeah? What’s going on?”
“Well, first, they had a still in the basement.”
His eyebrows rose. “A still? Like a thing that makes alcohol? Aren’t stills illegal?”
“Yeah. They had a good reason… Well, if what she said is true, and I see no reason for her to lie.” She placed her arm on the back of the sofa and massaged his neck. He always loved it when she did that.
“Ahhh…that feels good. Go on.”
“So, according to Gwyneth, there’s a kind of cure for vampirism made by some guy in New York. He preserves it in wine. It’s crazy-expensive though.”
“And?”
“And apparently Sly and Morgaine went to New York and brought some of it home. They planned to reverse engineer it and preserve it in Gwyneth’s father’s whiskey recipe. The stillwas something she knew how to set up and she did it to help Sly.”
“Why didn’t they just ask us to pay for the cure?”
“His pride. You know how he didn’t even want to take the apartment for free. As far as I know, he’s still trying to think of a job he can do at night.”
“Too bad. I’d have bought the stuff for him just to have one less vampire in the building.”
Merry gasped. “There’s more than one?”
