“Oh, good, you’re alive,” her friend said without wasting time on a greeting.“I was starting to worry when you didn’t answer my texts last night.”
Delia pulled her phone far enough away so she could see the unread messages that had piled up overnight.Apparently, she’d been more thoroughly distracted than she’d realized.“Sorry, it was a long night.”
“So, are you and demon boy finally together?Because your voice has that ‘I got some’ quality to it.”
Heat flooded Delia’s cheeks, and she was grateful Caleb was focused on pouring some more coffee into his mug and couldn’t see her face.“Pru….”
“I’m taking that as a yes,” her friend said cheerfully.“Good for you.Anyway, everything in Vegas seems to have settled down to its usual dull roar, but Ty still thinks we need to remain vigilant.”
“Oh, he does?”Delia returned.“Were you two also staying up past your bedtimes?”
“We went out for some coffee afterward,” Pru replied, her tone now overly severe.“And then he dropped me off at home.Anyway, while things seem okay for now, he’s still worried that we might not be totally out of the woods yet.”
Delia rolled her eyes, and Caleb tilted his head at her.“Pru and Ty think we shouldn’t be breaking out the bubbly quite yet,” she told him.
“We don’t need to worry about that right now,” he said as he moved closer to her.“In fact, I think we’ve earned a little downtime.”
“Have we?”she asked, but she knew there was a hint of a smile in her voice.“Because it feels like every time we think we’re done with the supernatural world, it finds another way to drag us back in.It’s worse than the Mob.”
“Hey, I’m still on the phone here,” Pru pointed out.“But I have to say, I agree with Mr.Tall, Dark, and Demonic over there.You two just saved Las Vegas from an interdimensional invasion.You’ve earned at least a day off.”
Delia couldn’t help but laugh.“Since when are you all about taking breaks?”
“Since my best friend started dating a guy who can apparently channel enough power to take on a demon lord,” Pru replied.“Look, I’m not saying you two should drop everything and jet off to the Bahamas for the next six months, but I think you’re probably fine with taking a day…or maybe two or three…before you get back on the horse.”
Six months in the Bahamas with Caleb sounded absolutely heavenly.But, setting all supernatural concerns aside, Delia knew she had clients and responsibilities here.The crew at the flip house had continued to work through all the drama, probably blissfully unaware of how close Las Vegas had been to getting overrun with demons, but she still needed to stop by and check on their progress before too much more time had elapsed.
“Okay,” she said, “we’ll think about it.”
“I figured you would.”
After she ended the call, Delia set down her phone and looked over at Caleb.“So…what do you think?”
“I think,” he said, as he put down his coffee and reached over to twine his fingers with hers, “that right now, Las Vegas is safe, the ley lines are flowing normally, and Vinea is stuck in Hell for the time being.We can take a few days to just be normal people.”
“Normal people who can channel demonic energy and tap into citywide psychic networks?”she asked, raising one eyebrow.
“Normal-ish people,” he amended, and she chuckled.
“I like the sound of that,” she said, then moved closer until she was standing within the circle of his arms.“Normal-ish people who can handle whatever comes next.Besides,” she continued with a grin, “it’s not like either of us can go back to being completely normal now.Might as well embrace the weirdness.”
“‘Embrace the weirdness,’” Caleb repeated, a warm light in his cola-brown eyes and an answering grin of his own on that oh-so-kissable mouth.
“I like that.”
