“She doesn’t yet understand what has happened to her,” Stefan said with a sigh. “And the truth is, I wouldn’t want to have to face what she is facing. She doesn’t understand the difference between Aidan and the vampires. She’s been roughly used, and her freedom is gone for all time. Even her ability to be with Joshua is restricted.”
“We will have to be patient with her.”
Stefan smiled suddenly. “He will have to patient with her. And she will stand up to him as no one in his lifetime has ever done. Modern American women are far different than what he is used to.”
“You think it’s rather funny, don’t you, Stefan?” Marie observed.
“Absolutely. Aidan has never understood how you wrapped me around your little finger, but he is soon to find out.” He kissed her gently and patted her shoulder. “I will clean the car and driveway, and we’ll go to bed.” He grinned suggestively.
Marie laughed lovingly and watched him go out into the night.
The sun was high in the sky, burning off the fog coming off the ocean. Marie and Stefan escorted Joshua to his school and lingered for a time outside, making certain no one was watching the boy. The morning paper had speculated that the two men found dead, burned beyond recognition, had most likely fought with one another. It was presumed that one of the men had accidentally drenched himself when he had thrown gasoline on the other. The blackened gas can found near the scene held the fingerprints of one of the victims.
Stefan avoided Marie’s questions, not wanting to remember how he had pressed the hand of Ramon around the can. He wasn’t certain he had covered every detail and was still nervous that the police would come knocking on their door.
When they returned home, however, it wasn’t the police they found, but Thomas Ivan. Dressed in an expensive, tailored Italian suit, he was waiting somewhat impatiently at the front door. He carried an enormous bouquet of white and red roses mixed with ferns and baby’s breath. He gave the couple his most charming smile, even managing a slight bow toward Marie.
“I wanted to stop by and see if Alexandria was feeling any better yet. I thought it might be a good time, too, to apologize for my rude behavior the other day. I was worried about Alexandria, and I took it out on you.”
“She was happy to have her briefcase returned,” Marie returned noncommittally. “She was given your message, and I’m certain she will contact you as soon as she is feeling up to it.”
“I thought the flowers might cheer her up,” Thomas said easily. He could handle servants anytime. As long as the lord of the manor didn’t show up, he might get past the door this time. “Perhaps I could just take a peek in, wish her well. I’ll only stay a moment.”
The housekeeper didn’t budge from her position. Standing directly behind her, looking every inch the Mafia hitman, Stefan remained deadpan. Ivan pushed down his temper. It wouldn’t do any good to alienate these people. He needed to win them over to his side.
Marie shook her head. “I’m sorry, Mr. Ivan, that would be impossible. Mr. Savage left specific instructions that Alexandria should not be disturbed—on doctor’s orders.”
Thomas nodded. “I understand that you have to do what you were told, but you see, I’m really worried about her. I just want to look in on her, see for myself that she’s all right. What do you say? We don’t have to tell Mr. Savage. I won’t stay long, just a quick peek to assure myself that she’s okay.” He pulled several twenty-dollar bills from his pocket, crinkling them expectantly.
Marie’s indrawn breath was indignant. “Mr. Ivan! Are you suggesting I would sell out my employer?”
He swore under his breath. “No, of course not. I just meant to give you something for the extra trouble.”
“Alexandria is no trouble, Mr. Ivan.” Marie deliberately misunderstood. “She is a part of our household. She’s considered family, as is her brother. You do know her brother?” She knew very well he didn’t, and her voice said it all.