Sookie Stackhouse And Eric Northman Novels & Stories

“And I told you not to call me Livvy.” “When did you tell me that?” He mused, sauntering past the two of us. Eric headed to the pile of scrap wood on the floor and began stacking some of the boards before hefting them into his arms. “Seven years ago.” Olive deadpanned, then glanced my way. “Sorry, he’s not usually this rude. Eric just has the attention span of a walnut.” “Oh, shit.” Eric grunted, shifting the pile of wood to one arm as he extended his hand my way. “I’m Eric, by the way. Nice to finally meet you. You must be tough as nails being friends with my sister here.”

I really don’t have the luxury of time, I need to get to work. I looked at the time on my wristwatch, Sienna's been gone for a while. I hope she's okay. I turned to go in the direction of the restrooms to look for her when I saw Stacey approaching me. She stopped in front of me with a smile. “Eric, It’s good to see you again,” she said smoothly. “I heard about the accident. How are you really doing?” “I’m fine,” I replied. “Fully recovered.” “I'm glad you're okay.” Her gaze lingered on me. Then she glanced around us, brows lifting slightly. “Where’s your wife? Sienna, right? I would’ve loved to say hi.”