A knock on the door drew his attention.
He opened the door. “I’m sorry, I’m—” His mouth went dry as he saw who was standing there. It had been eight years since the last time Noah had seen Gabriel Granger, but the vampyre was as gorgeous as ever. And Noah’s dick agreed.
“I heard you’d taken over running the tavern,” Gabriel said.
“Yeah—yes. Since last May.”
“I missed you in July.” The corners of his mouth tugged down.
“My brother’s wife had a baby, and she needed some help.” Jess had convinced Ariel to marry him. It had been a nice wedding, and Jess had spoken of all their plans, which hadn’t included a baby, at least not just yet. As it turned out, they’d gotten pregnant on their honeymoon.
“You’re an uncle? Congratulations.”
“Thanks, she’s my first niece!”
“Oh?”
“There have usually been boys on our side of the family. Although there’s my Aunt Marjorie, and an Eloise back in the day.”
“Eloise, you say?”