When Paula's son, maybe ten, got close to Harmony, he stopped to look her up and down.
"Do you like kids?" he asked.
Oh, Lord, what was she getting herself into at this resort? She gave him a level stare. "Why? You aren't going to put a toad in my coffee cup, are you?"
His eyes went wide, surprised by her answer. "Mom would ground me."
Harmony smiled. "Then we'll get along great."
"Mom says you write books. You must like them."
Okay, she hadn't seen that coming. "I have a few favorites."
"Would you read to us?"
"My books?" Her voice rose. Her vampires tended to be a bit horny, not good reading material for kids.
She pursed her lips, considering. She’d never cracked one of those books. Probably missed out on a cultural milestone. “What time? I have to hit my page quotas everyday before I do anything.” But after she wrote for five or six hours, her brain went to hell. She was lucky if she could think of two-syllable words. A break would be good for her.
“Before supper?” He narrowed his eyes, waiting for her answer.
She’d be shot by then, brain dead. "Hell, why not?"