A Vegan Vamp Christmas: Vegan Vamp Holiday Collection by A Vegan Vamp Christmas

Author:A Vegan Vamp Christmas
Format: epub
Published: 2020-11-24T00:00:00+00:00

Epilogue

My daughter, a vampire. Heavens, who would have thought? I grinned as I rinsed the last of the dishes. Certainly not Suzanne, down the road. Oh, Lord—or her father. No telling what Edward would have said. That man could be so rigid. I’d never go so far as to say I was thankful he’d passed on, but perhaps to be thankful he’d missed this particular stage of our daughter’s life wasn’t so terrible.

I removed my gloves. I’d forgotten how relaxing washing dishes could be. With the cleaner on holiday for the next few days and so much of the dinnerware not dishwasher safe, it had been unavoidable. But dishes for five people, that was only a moment’s work in any event.

The milk punch was looking inviting. Perhaps—no, that wasn’t quite what I was craving. I started to towel-dry the last bit of dampness from the dishes.

My daughter a vampire—and Stephanie a witch. She’d been only too happy to exchange numbers with me. I was certain the charming woman felt surrounded by people wholly unlike herself. My daughter, newly turned. And Jefferson had hardly been at his best this evening.

Ah, Jefferson.

I’d decided to send him home. It wouldn’t do for him to think he could betray a confidence without some repercussion. Though he had been attempting to bring my daughter and I closer together… No, sending him home had been the right choice. It did feel as though I’d punished myself, but that simply couldn’t be helped. Jefferson and I could explore his, ah, vampireness some other time.

Stacking the last of the dishes, I decided on the red that Alex had brought. I was feeling the need to indulge, and for whatever reason, red wine sounded divine. And the man had excellent taste in wine.

Alex was a mystery. He seemed to exude a kind of self-contained confidence, short of arrogance, but intense. And not a word as to what he was. Not a vampire or a witch, if there were such a thing as male witches—or would that be a warlock? But his silence on the topic had been noteworthy.

I wondered if Mallory knew that her date—and yes, Alex had most certainly been her date—had a shared history with the now happily married Stephanie Kawolski? It was impossible to miss, if one knew what signs to watch for. And I most certainly knew those signs.

That might make the furtherance of my acquaintanceship with Stephanie slightly awkward, but I liked her. We might not be so very alike, but I sensed a possible friend and perhaps an ally in this world that my daughter had entered.

I’d give her a call next week. Perhaps she could sneak away for brunch or a manicure.

I sat down at the kitchen table with my glass of red (it was truly divine) and my laptop. I’d just have a quick look at that juicer that Suzanne bought recently when her vegan daughter went on a juicing kick. Or was that the other daughter? The one that saw

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