Page 60 of A Good Demon Is Hard to Find

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“What, calling me your boyfriend? It’s a high compliment.” Andy carefully arranged a few of Erin’s tresses to fall to the front.

Erin stilled his hand by touching it. “You’re sure?”

“Positive. And besides, it’s not like I have anything else to do.”

She smacked his hand. “You—”

“Kidding!” He raised his hands in surrender. “Let’s go, or we’ll be late.”

They left the house and got in Erin’s car.

Andy, who would have preferred to fly invisibly to any given destination, buckled his seatbelt and felt very human. “So, what else should I—your boyfriend—know about you?”

“I think I need to know more about you. We established that you were both foreign and American simultaneously,” said Erin, backing out of the driveway.

“Mais oui. It’s actually true, though, if you think about it.”

“Oh?”

“I lived in France for years.”

Erin’s face took on a dreamy look. “I’d love to go there.”

“We should go. I know all the best places. At least, the ones that are still there.”

“Still there?” said Erin.

“It was a while back,” said Andy.

“I keep forgetting how old you are. How does that work, anyway? Were you here for the big bang?”

“It’s fuzzy,” he said. “I don’t remember anything before humans came along.”

“Sounds like you’re too old for me,” said Erin, with a sideways glance and a teasing smile.

Andy attempted a smile, but feared it would look pained, so he looked out the window and changed the subject. “So how did we meet?”

Erin’s brow furrowed as the car came to a stop at a stoplight. “We met through a mutual friend?”

“Which one?”

“Raya would be the obvious choice.”

Andy nodded. “Good thinking. How long have we been together?”

“A few months?” Erin accelerated when the light changed.

“What do we like to do together?”

“Making posters, making and/or eating cake, and taking long walks with an old dog,” said Erin.

“What do you like about me?” said Andy.

Erin hit the brakes sharply. “Sorry. Thought I saw a squirrel.” She seemed rattled. “I like a lot of things about you. Cake, for one.”

Andy laughed.

“And your enthusiasm for things. And your cooking skills.”