"No worries, Traci," Damian said, seeing her panicked look.
"Traci," Dusty said more sharply.
"Traci found several of the vamps' stash houses here in Tucson," Rainy said, motioning them to follow him into a small, dark study humming with electronics.
Traci hasn't adjusted yet, and Linda's been a big help.
Traci will be fine.
Traci was alone at the far end of the bay.
Linda sent Rainy to Traci and walked with her to the cafeteria.
Traci told him not to think about asking her to marry him just because she's pregnant, and he said she had no choice and he'd drag the priest to her.
Linda and Traci were there.
The brunette stood between Traci and Rainy, as if she were trying to broker a peace deal between two warring countries.
Traci was stunning, from her supermodel body to her delicate, elfin features.
"She's so sweet," Traci murmured as she left.
An awkward quiet fell, and she sensed Traci was as reserved as she was.
"You have to eat for three now, Traci," she said cheerfully.
"There goes that modeling career," Traci whispered.
"You seem pretty happy," Traci observed.
"Yeah, I can think of some places I'd like to go," Traci said.
"That he will," Traci said with a small smile.
"Maybe in two years …" Traci said again.
"It is romantic," Traci agreed.
Traci was gazing at her intently.
"Excuse me," Traci said, standing.
"We'll be back," Traci promised Linda.
They walked toward the house, reaching the patio before Traci started crying.
Traci choked on a half-laugh, half-sob and accepted the packet of tissues.
Traci joined them, coffee in hand, and they merged into the crowded mall.
We can make our way back there, Traci said.
Texting, Traci led them into the jewelry store.
Traci asked, looking up at the bodyguard.
"I don't think I'll get used to that," Traci said with a shake of her head.
Linda, Traci, Sofia, I presume.
"Since we're here …" Traci said, eyes going to a Chinese buffet.
"Please, Traci, it's important," she begged.
"I'll text it when we hang up," Traci said.
"Traci?" she called as she entered.
Traci was alone with the man she recognized as Ving, who stood near the doorway.
I'll wait for Pierre to catch up, she said, joining Traci on the couch.
"Traci, we gotta leave," she whispered.
"Yes. You're not going alone," Traci said, hesitating.
Traci crossed to the kitchen door just as Ving hung up the phone.
Traci asked both of them.
"I know, I know," Traci grated.
Traci disappeared around the corner to the kitchen.
Linda says you make a killer grilled chicken, Traci called from the kitchen.
There was no backdoor in the kitchen, but Traci had wedged the window over the sink open.
"And now we run like hell," Traci said.
"I'm in so much trouble right now," Traci said.
"This feels weird," Traci said.
"Sofia," Traci called, fear in her voice.
Sofia turned, surprised to Traci racing toward her from across the helipad.
Traci flung her arms around her, her fear fresh on her face.
Traci called, voice muffled by the bathroom door.
Traci sat on an unmade bed belonging to one of the Tucson Sector members, and Sofia eyed her Guardian.
Traci handed her a small pile of her clothing.
Traci sprang up and snatched her purse.
Sofia slipped on oversized flip-flops Traci dug out of one of the closets.
"If I weren't so scared, this would be neat," Traci whispered to her.
She smiled, and Traci covered her mouth to keep him from hearing her laugh.
"Traci," Rainy appeared from down another hallway, holding out his hand.