"Ready to go?" Cass asked, when Kip let her
into the apartment the next morning.
"We are, or more, we will be once someone"—Kip looked at Jamie who was not quite
dressed—"decides which shirt to wear."
"It's Mack's fault," Jamie protested.
"He said the blue one went better with my eyes but I want to wear the red
one."
Cass chuckled. "Now you're a fashion consultant,
Mack?"
"Sue me. I make one off-hand suggestion and now
he's on the horns of a dilemma."
"Jamie," Kip said firmly, "put on the
red one and let's get moving."
Jamie grinned at Mack. "See," he said
before dashing into his bedroom. He came out a minute later, in the blue shirt.
When Kip cocked an eyebrow, Jamie told him, "I'll wear the red one
tomorrow."
"You're an evil influence," Kip muttered to
Mack, getting a laugh in return.
Mack went around the apartment to make certain all
the windows were closed and locked then waited once everyone was in the hallway
while Kip pulled the door closed and engaged the deadbolt. When they were
outside, he headed to his car, promising he'd be back again that evening.
"We'll take your car today," Cass said to
Kip.
"You're just trying to save on gas money,"
Kip teased, as they walked around to corner to the lot.
"That too," she agreed with a laugh,
"but it's also easier."
"To keep him safe?" Jamie asked seriously,
while he waited for Kip to unlock the car.
"Exactly."
"Like my…" Jamie quickly closed his mouth,
climbing into the back seat and buckling up.
Cass got into the passenger seat then turned to look
at him. "Like your what?"
"I'm not supposed to talk about him," Jamie
murmured.
Cass frowned, glancing at Kip as he started the car
and pulled out of the lot. "Who's he talking about? Was there some
stranger around?"
Kip shook his head. "Only the pizza delivery guy
and trust me, Mack made certain it was him before I could let him into the
building, to say the least of the apartment. Jamie thinks he saw an angel in
his room last night."
"Mack searched the place, I hope," Cass
said tightly.
"Of course. I'll… tell you about it later."
Cass nodded, turning back to Jamie. "So what are
your plans for the day?"
"Playing."
"Oh, that must be nice." She grinned at
him. "Wish I could do that all day."
"Do you know how to?" he asked seriously.
"I thought grownups just worked all day."
"We do, or go to school, like your dad."
"You go to school too?"
"Nope. I'm done with that, so now I just
work."
Jamie frowned. "I don't think I want to be a
grownup then."
She chuckled. "I don't blame you. There are
times when I'd love to be a kid again."
"Me too," Kip agreed, turning the corner
onto Emily's street.
A few minutes later, he and Cass were back in the car
after saying goodbye to Jamie, who was at that point more interested in what
his cousins were doing than in the adults.
"So, what happened last night?" Cass asked.
"Jamie said he saw an angel, his guardian angel.
Mack thinks, and I agree, that its just Jamie's way of making himself feel
safe. I'm going to talk to him tonight about that."
"You know," Cass replied, "there are
stories about how some kids really can see their guardian angel."
"Don't tell me you believe in those
fairytales."
"No," she replied, laughing. "Still… a
lot of people do."
"The same ones who think aliens have invaded or
vampires are their next door neighbors," Kip said scathingly.
"You mean vampires don't walk among us?" Cass looked at him in mock dismay.
Kip laughed. "If they do, I've never met one and
I think I'd rather not."
"I vant to suck your blood."
"That was awful."
"I beg your pardon. I thought it was a good Bela
Lugosi imitation."
Kip glanced over at her. "Bad imitation, and you
look nothing like Lugosi. You're too…" He quickly returned his
concentration to his driving.
"I'm too what?"
"Cute," Kip muttered.
"Oh. Well." Cass seemed flustered and
quickly changed the subject, asking what she'd be learning today about fire
investigation.
Kip told her, and then she found out firsthand while
she accompanied him to his classes. Afterwards, she sat at the back of a high
school classroom while Kip tutored two students in science.
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