“We haven’t had one of those since high school.”
“We’re overdue.” She grinned, but I saw the brief cloud of worry in her eyes. She only wanted to sleep over to be certain I was all right.
I liked the idea of having her here tonight. I might not worry as much. I nodded. “That would be fun.”
She rolled her eyes. “I know.” She grabbed her cupcake and settled back onto the couch, picking up the remote to start the movie. Just as the credits were rolling on the screen, she hit the pause button.
“Oh, I forgot. Some guy came by to see you earlier.”
“A guy?” I asked, automatically thinking of Dex. “Was he wearing glasses?”
She shook her head. “Nope. And he looked like a Ken doll. Perfect hair, clothes, and teeth.”
“Well, that’s not Dex,” I mumbled to myself and Frankie laughed. “But he is good looking,” I added.
“Well, he can definitely pick out flowers.” We both looked at the daisies. “Anyway, it was before you got here with the food and I answered the door. He must’ve thought I was you because he was being all slick and charming. When he called me Piper, I laughed and told him he had the wrong girl. Turns out Ken isn’t so perfect after all. All that charm went right out the window. He was arrogant, sarcastic, and rude,” she said with ahow dare hetone to her voice. “I took great pleasure in throwing him out.”
I laughed. “What did he want?”
“I have no idea. He was probably selling a vacuum and when he figured out I wasn’t buying he decided he didn’t have to be nice.”
“Well, I’m glad you had to deal with him and not me,” I said, using my finger to swipe some of the icing and pink sugar off the top of the cupcake. It melted the second it hit my tongue.
“Yes, well, I figure since I had the job of tossing him out I deserve two cupcakes.” She leaned forward to pull out another cake and held them both up, one on each side of her face, and grinned.
“There better be another one in that box for me.”
“You know it, sister,” she sang, then looked at the TV. “Now hit play. I wanna see some abs!”
I hit play and with the help of some very hot guys and some tasty dessert, I was able to forget about the vision. Even still, I knew the time would come when I would begin to worry again.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“Babysitter - A person who cares for or watches over someone or something that needs attention or guidance.”
Dex
I was upstairs enjoying the comfort of my king-sized bed and the flat screen when the sound of the doorbell echoed through the townhouse. I ignored it, knowing it was probably just some kid selling Girl Scout cookies and Hobbs would answer it anyway. When it rang a few minutes later, I pushed up onto one elbow. “Hobbs! The door!”
I knew he was down there. I could smell dinner cooking. Just because he was cooking dinner didn’t mean he couldn’t answer the door too. He was, after all, a butler. He was probably trained in things like this.
I focused back on the TV and the bell rang again, three times in a row. Whoever was at the door was very impatient. I tossed the remote on a nearby pillow and jumped off the bed and made my way downstairs, muttering the whole time about finding better help.
I walked past the kitchen, where Hobbs was nowhere to be found, but noted that dinner looked done. He was probably at the door right now. Made me sorry I’d gotten up. I walked around the corner and into the entry way where Hobbs wasn’t.
I shook my head and opened the door, expecting to snarl at some little kid, but it wasn’t a kid.
It was a man with a strangely bright red pulsing cloud around him. It was exactly like what I saw at the college.
“About damn time. It’s freezing out here,” the man said, pushing past me to let himself into my house.
“Who the hell are you?” I said, zeroing in on the black duffle bag he carried.
“Your babysitter,” he replied, taking in the entryway, and then spun to look at me.
He was tall, a few inches taller than me, and had dark hair that was styled a little too perfectly. His green eyes watched me as he set down his bag to unbutton his black coat.
“I’d invite you to make yourself at home,” I drawled, “but you aren’t staying.”
