Rowan’s Point of View
Shit, Dylan was home. I wasn’t expecting her to be home this soon, I vamped around trying to get everything squared away before she made it inside. I raced downstairs just in time to hear her open the front door.
“Baby, I’m home. My feet are killing me, I don’t know how it can be that I’m a vampire and yet heels still hurt me. I’m never listening to Danny again and I don’t want to ever see these shoes again. After I take a shower will you rub them for me? Pretty please” she hadn’t walked into the living room yet, but she’d taken off her shoes and thrown them. “What are you doing?” she asked me suspiciously when she saw me reading the directions of how to put one of the baby’s contraptions together. I managed to get a box open before she came in.
“I was just tryin
