"German, as in his was the first generation born in this country."
"What does he think of you being a marshal and vampire hunter?" she asked, as she dumped her clothes in a pile on the bed and began to sort them.
"He's okay with it. My stepmother, Judith, on the other hand, doesn't like it much." I must have smiled because Laila laughed, a deep, throaty laugh. It was dark, and sensual like Guinness in a glass. It was a good laugh.
"Oh, yeah, I've been my mom's despair since I could walk. My dad's a football coach and I just wanted to be like my brothers and my dad."
"No sisters?"
"One and she's the girl."
"Yeah, I've got a stepsister; she was the girl. I went hunting with my dad."
"No brothers?"
"One half brother, but he's a little too gentle for hunting. I was my dad's only boy." I made quote marks in the air with my fingers.
She laughed again. "I was always competing with my brothers and losing. They're six feet and up like my dad. I'm short like Mama."
"I've always been the smallest kid in class."
"I'm not the smallest, just not as tall as I wanted to be."
"So, does your dad like your job?"
"He's proud of me."
"Mine, too," I said. "He just worries."