Cindy watched him jog up the stairs and chuckled. He was an enigma. Serious and threatening one minute and winking and dimples the next. She could see why Sally was enamored by him.
With nothing left to do but wait for the morning, Cindy went to bed. Chris was already there, reading a book that looked as old as she was.
“How’d it go?” he asked as he gingerly set the book down in his lap.
“He threatened to kill us if we got in between him and Sally in any way,” she said in a cheery voice. “So, all in all, I’d say it went good.”
He nodded. “We’re both alive, so I’d have to agree.” He reached for her hand and pulled her over to the edge of the bed. “He’s good for her.”
“I agree, and I told him as much.”
“We didn’t want her dragged into the supernatural world, but if it had to happen, at
