Two weeks, and the image of her beach man still haunted Kevan’s every thought. She had not felt like this since she was 18 and watching a dozen or so movies featuring some of Hollywood’s sexiest man candy hadn’t taken his position in her fantasies. Something needed to change, or he was going to drive her insane. Why, oh why, did he have to be one of the deadly cairbare? She still giggled when she thought care-bear, instead of kar-bare.
They had grown-up with the story of what happened to their great grandmother, Daphne. Her sisters and cousins knew it by heart. Unfortunately, nobody had included in the telling that the immortal cairbare were drool worthy hot. Kevan gave her head a shake; she was too old to behave like a teenager. She looked at Brennan working on yet another commission, and asked, “I’m going to see who wants to go out dancing, wanna come?”
Brennan stared at Kevan, pondering her sister’s restlessness over the past couple of weeks. “I can’t tonight, I have a date.”
That captured Kevan’s attention, and she stalked over to Brennan, getting right in her face.
“A date, really?” Kevan inquired, “Why’s now the first I’m hearing about it? Who’s the lucky guy?”
Brennan refused to look up from what she was doing. “Gerald,” she mumbled.
Kevan’s mouth dropped open, and stared at her sister, “You’re joking, right?” Brennan’s silence spoke volumes. “Oh my gods, you’re not joking! Gerald Matthews? Brennan, what the hell are you thinking? I mean, Gerald’s a nice enough guy, but come on; he is the most boring man I have ever met. You’re going to be bored to tears before the main course; you know that, don’t you?”
Brennan didn’t want to admit that Kevan’s description of Gerald was most likely right. She already regretted saying yes. “Gerald is a very nice…”
Kevan interrupted with a snoring sound. “You are going to be bored out of your mind!” Kevan laughed, shaking her head.
“Enough,” Brennan spat at her, “I accepted Gerald’s invitation, I’m going, and I will enjoy myself. Maybe we just need to see him outside of his accounting business.”
“I hate to burst your bubble, sister dear, but Gerald will be just as boring at dinner as he is when he’s doing the books. Go on your date, but if you decide that you need a little fun in your life, come join us. I’m sure everyone will be up for hitting Sanctuary.” Kevan raised her hands, dancing around to the song playing on the radio.
Brennan shook her head, then nagged, “Why Sanctuary, why not somewhere else? There are so many places, all over the Lower Mainland, why do you all insist on going there?”
“It’s really simple. Barney lets us in without the cover charge, and we get free drinks from the bartender, all thanks to Myrna, so deal.” Kevan gave her older sister a smirk.
Brennan sighed; she was not going to win this argument. “Fine, just make sure you all wear your pendants.”
Kevan looked up with surprise, pulling hers from under her shirt. “Brennan, I don’t think any of us have taken them off since we got them. I feel vulnerable without it.” She gave Brennan a quick hug, “You did a good job; we love them. Now,” Kevan muttered, “let’s see who wants to go dancing,” and she started dialing her family members.