enough that she could miss hearing Des’ reply.
“Would you like me to tell you some of my dreams?”
Riley followed Scarlett into the house. “You’re the last person I’d have thought to be tangled with a demon. If someone had asked me who I thought most likely, I’d have told them me.”
Scarlett leaned her sword against the wall near the back door. “I’m so glad I can make you feel better about yourself.”
“This might even eclipse anything Gran might hear at church on Sunday,” Riley said.
“What have you done? Actually, come to think of it, what are you doing home? Aren’t you meant to be at a movie with… oh, whatever her name is?”
“Whatever her name would get along fine with your demon,” Riley said.
“He’s not my demon.”
“Yes well, he’s still welcome to Sharon. That demure look and sweet personality we see every Sunday at church hides a temptress.”
“Oh no. What happened?”
“Well, I don’t know if I should say thankfully her parents came home or curse that they came home and are now going to tell Gran all about my corrupting influence on their daughter at church on Sunday.”
Scarlett reached out and took Riley’s hand in both of hers. “Tell her now, Riley. Arm her with the truth so she can deal with them. Gran will stand by you.”
Riley sighed. “Yeah, I know. It’s just that look she gives you when you know you’ve disappointed her that bothers me. It makes me feel like I’m ten-years-old.”
“Tell me about it. I’ve still got it to look forward to when she gets me alone.”
“Maybe we should stick together like glue until someone else disappoints her so we don’t get to see it.” Riley grinned.
“You want me there when you explain to Gran what you and Sharon were doing when her parents arrived home?”
Riley laughed. “Good point. Guess I should get it over and done with.”
“And I suppose I better start reading.” Scarlett sighed heavily. “Do you think it’s safe to leave him out there?”
Riley shrugged. “Safe for who?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I should read in the gazebo. Keep an eye on him so he doesn’t disturb the neighbours or something.”
Riley shrugged again. “We’re never taught about helping demons and letting them hang around like guests. Only how to send them home. Your guess is as good as mine on what to do with him.”
“Then I probably should read out there. I suppose he is my responsibility.”
* * *
Scarlett brushed away the critter that wandered across her cheek. She tried to open her eyes, but it was too much effort. She rolled onto her side. There it was again, on her shoulder. She waved her hand near her shoulder but it was already gone. She turned onto her back again, trying to get comfortable. Now it grazed her lips. Scarlett froze, a sudden indrawn breath. Her eyes flew open to see Des centimetres from her face. His lips curved into an inviting smile.
She pressed against his chest and sat up as he moved back. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Waking Sleeping Beauty.”
“Don’t you ever do that again.” Scarlett stressed each word.
“Even when you’ve tempted me for the last four hours as you muttered in your sleep. Must have been some very interesting dreams.”
“Four hours!” Scarlett looked around for the book she’d been reading. She spotted it on the floor beside her with a dry leaf marking her page. “Why didn’t you wake me earlier?”
Des reclined on the gazebo seat. “I was bored.”
“Meaning?”
Des grinned. “Did you enjoy your dreams?”
Scarlett felt her cheeks heat. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d blushed and didn’t like the sensation. “You came to me for help. Stay out of my mind.”
“You keep it too well guarded when you’re awake. I was curious about the sleeping state.” Des chuckled. “And Scarlett, you now owe me six answers, but that will change the moment you respond to my last question.”
“I-” Scarlett’s words became