with the upmost sincerity. He smiled, then reached over and took hold of my hand, kissing the back of my fingertips.
“Anything for you, Natasha,” he said.
I fought against the urge to snuggle. I looked out of the window as the scenery changed from apartment buildings to single family homes. Warren then pulled the car into the driveway of a beautiful red two-story brick home. The windows frames were painted white and there was a lovely garden in front of the house filled with pink, blue, purple, red and yellow flowers I didn't know the names to. Nevertheless, they were beautiful to look at. I was actually surprised that the flowers were blooming so early in the spring season. Well, it's a fact, anyone who lives in Chicago can vouch for the unpredictability of the weather conditions of the “Windy City”. Warren climbed out of the car and I followed him inside. He turned on the lights and a gorgeous chandelier overlooking the foyer sparkled brightly overhead.
“Make yourself at home, I'll be out in a little while.” He then sprinted up the flight of stairs, disappearing into a room I assumed was his bedroom.
I walked around his house looking at photographs, some of Matthew and him on vacations or in uniform, others of people I didn't recognize, though many were very attractive. I ran my fingers over his dark blue suede sofa before I sat down on the soft comfortable cushions. He had a beautiful home, I wondered how much he was paid to police the supernaturals. Warren came out of his bedroom thirty-minutes later, his hair still damp from his shower. He was wearing a white t-shirt that hugged his muscular chest and biceps and a pair of dark blue jeans, that completely elongated his already long legs. Adrian was a lucky man, then again, I had no idea what Adrian looked like. Hell, they might both be lucky!
“Are you ready to go to the movies? What do you want to see?” he asked as he pulled on a brown leather bomber jacket.
“I was hoping we could see the movie that just came out this past weekend.” I suggested as I rose and walked towards the door.
“Oh that one. Okay, that looked interesting, that's cool.” We climbed into his car and drove to the movie theater. We theater hopped and were able to see two movies, one turned out to be longer than I expected. By the time we left the theater, the sun had set and there was a good chance we could talk to some of the vampires that may know something about Anthony. But the first thing I wanted to do was talk to Darian. Warren agreed and we drove to the precinct. When I arrived there, Warren gave me a visitors pass. I walked towards the holding cell area of the S.U.I.T. station and was stopped by the guard.
“I have a pass, what's the problem?” I asked.
“There is someone in there already, Ma'am, you'll have to wait.” The officer said, then he gestured to the waiting area. There were ten yellow plastic chairs in the waiting area. A man who was sitting down watched me as I entered the room. He was extremely handsome, a lock of his black hair falling into his grey eyes as he sat in the chair, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped together. I smiled and nodded as I walked over to one of the hard chairs, his gaze lingered on me a moment longer, then he turned his head to stare at the door just as Warren entered the waiting area. Warren stood in the doorway as he and the mystery man eyed each other intently. I watched, not knowing what was going on. I was beginning feel the tension in the air. The two men turned away from each other, the mystery man returned to his previous position, not really paying us anymore attention.
Warren took two steps toward me. “Why are you out here?” he asked me.
“They said that someone was visiting Darian already, so I have to wait.” I replied, then I gestured for Warren to lean closer to me, he did. “What's going on?” I whispered into his ear. Warren straightened himself then smiled down at me.
“Don't worry, I'll
“Anything for you, Natasha,” he said.
I fought against the urge to snuggle. I looked out of the window as the scenery changed from apartment buildings to single family homes. Warren then pulled the car into the driveway of a beautiful red two-story brick home. The windows frames were painted white and there was a lovely garden in front of the house filled with pink, blue, purple, red and yellow flowers I didn't know the names to. Nevertheless, they were beautiful to look at. I was actually surprised that the flowers were blooming so early in the spring season. Well, it's a fact, anyone who lives in Chicago can vouch for the unpredictability of the weather conditions of the “Windy City”. Warren climbed out of the car and I followed him inside. He turned on the lights and a gorgeous chandelier overlooking the foyer sparkled brightly overhead.
“Make yourself at home, I'll be out in a little while.” He then sprinted up the flight of stairs, disappearing into a room I assumed was his bedroom.
I walked around his house looking at photographs, some of Matthew and him on vacations or in uniform, others of people I didn't recognize, though many were very attractive. I ran my fingers over his dark blue suede sofa before I sat down on the soft comfortable cushions. He had a beautiful home, I wondered how much he was paid to police the supernaturals. Warren came out of his bedroom thirty-minutes later, his hair still damp from his shower. He was wearing a white t-shirt that hugged his muscular chest and biceps and a pair of dark blue jeans, that completely elongated his already long legs. Adrian was a lucky man, then again, I had no idea what Adrian looked like. Hell, they might both be lucky!
“Are you ready to go to the movies? What do you want to see?” he asked as he pulled on a brown leather bomber jacket.
“I was hoping we could see the movie that just came out this past weekend.” I suggested as I rose and walked towards the door.
“Oh that one. Okay, that looked interesting, that's cool.” We climbed into his car and drove to the movie theater. We theater hopped and were able to see two movies, one turned out to be longer than I expected. By the time we left the theater, the sun had set and there was a good chance we could talk to some of the vampires that may know something about Anthony. But the first thing I wanted to do was talk to Darian. Warren agreed and we drove to the precinct. When I arrived there, Warren gave me a visitors pass. I walked towards the holding cell area of the S.U.I.T. station and was stopped by the guard.
“I have a pass, what's the problem?” I asked.
“There is someone in there already, Ma'am, you'll have to wait.” The officer said, then he gestured to the waiting area. There were ten yellow plastic chairs in the waiting area. A man who was sitting down watched me as I entered the room. He was extremely handsome, a lock of his black hair falling into his grey eyes as he sat in the chair, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped together. I smiled and nodded as I walked over to one of the hard chairs, his gaze lingered on me a moment longer, then he turned his head to stare at the door just as Warren entered the waiting area. Warren stood in the doorway as he and the mystery man eyed each other intently. I watched, not knowing what was going on. I was beginning feel the tension in the air. The two men turned away from each other, the mystery man returned to his previous position, not really paying us anymore attention.
Warren took two steps toward me. “Why are you out here?” he asked me.
“They said that someone was visiting Darian already, so I have to wait.” I replied, then I gestured for Warren to lean closer to me, he did. “What's going on?” I whispered into his ear. Warren straightened himself then smiled down at me.
“Don't worry, I'll
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