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in today.”
    “But it’s my Summons. I should be in charge.”
    Austin’s head swiveled slowly around and caught Diana in an emerald glare.
    “Okay,” she muttered, wondering whose bright idea it had been that Keepers hang out with cats. “We’ll go in there.”
    “Excellent idea. Claire?”
    She decided not to point out that it was where she wanted to go all along. “I agree.”
    Unable to stop himself from grinning, Dean put the truck into gear. Given the nonfeline connotations,
    he didn’t think he could say the words pussy whipped to his true love and her little sister-no matter how accurate the observation.
    As they came around the corner of the building, he felt Claire stiffen beside him. “What is it?”
    “Minivans.”
    “They were here last night as well,” Diana said grimly.
    “You should have told me.”
    “Why? There’s nothing we can do.”
    “It’s just . . .”

    “Yeah. I know.”
    Minivans? In the nine months Dean had known Claire, he’d gone briefly to Hell, driven around northern Ontario after a demon, and discovered that all those clichés about regular sex were pretty much true. He’d also learned that there were some things he was happier not knowing. This seemed like one of them.
    “What was wrong with that parking spot?” Claire demanded as he drove past open pavement.
    “Nothing. But I can get closer.”
    “Okay, there’s one.”
    “I see it.”
    “And you just drove by it.”
    “I can get a better spot.”
    “The doors are right there!”
    “I see them.”
    “So park already.”
    Speeding up to cut off a circling red sedan, Dean pulled in between a midnight-blue and a seafoam-green minivan and shut off the engine looking proud of himself. They were four spaces in, straight out from the door.
    Claire rolled her eyes. “You are such a guy .” He grinned and threw one arm along the seat back behind her, the close quarters allowing his fingers to trail down the damp, bare skin of her arm. “You have a problem with me being a guy.”
    “Well, not right at this minute . . .”
    Unbuckling her seat belt, Diana threw open the door and dropped down onto the pavement. “You guys are terminally embarrassing and . . . I’m sinking.”
    “What?” Setting Austin on Dean’s lap, Claire slid across the seat and peered down at her sister’s feet. “That’s impossible. It’s not that hot out.”
    “Hey, you don’t have to take my word for it.” Stepping two careful paces back, heavy rubber tread imprinting the asphalt, Diana gestured for Claire to join her.
    The low heels on Claire’s sandals poked square holes into the pavement.
    Pulling her skirt against her legs so that she could see her feet, she frowned. “This isn’t good. The influence has reached the parking lot.”
    “Well, duh.” Diana swung one arm out in a wide, demonstrative arc.
    “Minivans?”
    “Right. We’d better carry the cats. Dean, can you get the backpacks?” Even with the extra weight, the pavement remained firm under Dean’s work boots.
    “That’s a relief,” Diana noted as she set Sam down on the concrete pad outside the door and began scraping the felted layer of orange cat hair off her arms.
    “If it’s only affecting us, it hasn’t spread as far as we thought.”
    “And I’ll be pleased about that in a minute,” Claire muttered, glaring down at the tar stuck to her heels.
    “I told you those were stupid shoes to wear Otherside.”
    “No, you didn’t.”
    “Didn’t I? I meant to.”
    “I was after thinking that the whole rubber tree/ hat stand thing kept these light.” Stepping over Austin, who’d sprawled out on his side in the shade, Dean set both packs on the black metal bench to one side of the door. “What’s in here?”
    “A serious lackage of rubber trees and hat stands.” Wondering why Claire seemed to be cat hair free,
    Diana crossed to her pack and lifted it. “It’s against the Rules to access the possibilities once we’ve
    crossed over, so stuff