On one side was Nicholas and Raven, both dark, daring and dramatic as they whispered in what seemed loving tones. On the other was Jackson and Lorianne, their blond hair shining as bright as their envy of the two dark angels in their midst. Jackson’s hunger was focused on Raven, but as he noticed Lorianne staring at Nicholas, his face clouded for a moment. His glare back to Nicholas took on an added tone. Nana smiled. Sometimes all anyone needs is a good hint and push in the right direction, she thought, also thanking God that J.R. and Margaret weren’t there to act as wet blankets and spoil the fun. Putting aside all pretense of reading, she picked up her glass of wine and settled back to watch the show. “What are you doing?” Jackson said to Lorianne. “What do you mean?” “You’re practically drooling.” Lorianne sent him an annoyed look. “I am not.” “You are, too. You’re watching Nicholas as if you’re starving to death and he’s the last éclair.” “Don’t be ridiculous.”
