The weeks had flown by and developed into months of wedded bliss. Well, something like that. We went to work, went out, had amazing sex and attempted to dodge the press. And his parents. His mother was more than insistent that we have dinner with them regularly, and while I didn’t have any reason not to like her, the hairs on the back of my neck prickled and stood up whenever she was around. His dad, James, had the opposite effect, he relaxed the mood in the room and was the complete opposite to his mother. Cade had shared a bit about his turning with me, enough to know that his father was the one who had performed it. They had sort of banded together to form a “family” type unit, aging quite slowly once they had been turned. Rosamarie had been turned in her mid fifties, but that didn’t make her any less striking in her beauty. Her long fall of dark hair, piercing eyes, and angular features drew the eye, without making her look
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