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home yet. Maybe he left early on purpose and was hoping to surprise me. If that was the case then I didn’t want to crash his plan because I could telepathically talk to my dog.
    Laughing at how odd that sounded, I opened up my laptop and started up The Sims , sitting cross legged on my bed, pretending to be enthralled in the game.   I didn’t have to look out the window to know that the black SUV was turning down the bumpy, gravel drive; Hunter’s mind showed me everything.
    As I predicted, Ethan asked Hunter to wait downstairs while he crept up to our room. I couldn’t help but smile as I waited. I looked up just in time to see him appear in the doorway, with a smile on his face as well. I set my computer to the side and stood up; Ethan hurried over and wrapped his arms around me.
    “I missed you,” he breathed, turning his head so he could kiss me.
    “I missed you too,” I confessed. I pressed my lips to his and tightened my grip around his shoulders. “And you, boy,” I said as soon as we stopped kissing. Hunter leapt up onto the bed. I let go of Ethan and hugged my Guardian, who greeted me with just as much excitement as any other German Shepherd greeting his owner after being away for several days. “You guys got home early,” I stated.
    Ethan shrugged but failed to keep the smile off his face. “Yeah, I woke up earlier than I planned.”
    “You were homesick,” I teased.
    Ethan sat on the bed next to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “I think I was,” he told me.
    “You think?”
    “I never really had a home to miss,” he reminded me. “We were always moving or gone. Whatever we had came with us; there was nothing to come home to.”
    “That’s really sad,” I said softly.
    He shrugged. “That’s the life of a hunter.”
    “Not anymore,” I promised.
    “Show me the dagger trick,” he said eagerly.
    “Ok,” I agreed and pulled the dagger from under the pillow. I spent the next few minutes stabbing my poor index finger so Ethan could watch it heal. He was just as fascinated as I was. I put the dagger under my pillow and sat close to Ethan.
    He rested his head on my chest. “I’m tired,” he sighed.
    “Me too,” I agreed. Since I got zero sleep during the night time, a nap sounded good right now. I suggested it to Ethan and he quickly agreed. He stripped out of his jeans and tee shirt and pulled me onto his chest.   I closed my eyes and listened to his slow, steady heart beat and smiled when I recalled how scared I was the first time I counted out the beats and realized his heart beat slower than the average sixty beats per minute. Ethan laughed and assured me it was normal for him since he was in good shape. I, of course, wasn’t satisfied until I looked it up on the internet and found out that it was true.
    Hunter settled next to us and I resituated so I could have one arm around Ethan and one around Hunter. Safely sandwiched between my two favorite guys in the entire world, I fell asleep in a matter of minutes.
    ~*~
    Nothing weird, odd, or remotely abnormal happened for the next three days, leaving me to think that stress and a vivid imagination made me crazy. The more I thought about the confusing incidents, the more I was convinced they were more or less dreams. In fact, the more I thought about it, the harder it was to remember. That, in its own, made my stomach twist and turn in knots.
    I had stayed up until three-thirty in the morning finishing a book and opted to sleep in instead of going to the gym with Ethan. Hunter was still snuggled in bed next to me when Ethan came home. After throwing his dirty clothes on the floor and kissing me, Ethan got into the shower.   I pulled the blankets around my head and drifted back to near-sleep by the time Ethan came back into the room.
    “Please tell me you’re not going to this,” he said.
    “To what?” I mumbled.
    “This,” he repeated.
    “I can’t see,” I said, though I thought it was obvious. Holding a towel