“I’m not arguing.” Her tone was so mild Diana braced herself. “I was only going to ask if Mom and Dad knew where you were.”
“Mom and Dad?” It took her a moment to realize the implications. “Oh, no. I got so into stopping you and saving Byleth, I forgot to call.” Patting her pockets, she remembered she’d left her cell phone behind. “Nuts! I’ll have to use the phone in the office.”
Kicking aside the cashews, she raced up the stairs two at a time with Samuel at her heels.
Claire and Austin followed a little more sedately.
“You’re not going to go on and on to her about this little incident, are you?”
Claire shook her head, smiling contentedly. “No need. I’ll let the pros handle it.”
Exiting into the first floor hall they heard a desperate, “But, Mom, I meant to call!” and then giggling.
Cat and Keeper exchanged puzzled looks.
Giggling?
Before they had time to investigate, the only other door in the hall swung open to reveal a small Victorian elevator. Dean and Jacques had repaired it in the fall but when, on the inaugural trip, they’d boldly gone where no elevator had gone before, Claire’d declared it off limits until she was able to study it. Unfortunately, she’d been Summoned away before she had the chance.
A short, gnomelike man stepped out, arm in arm with an elderly bottle-redhead of formidable proportions. Matching his and hers lime-green bathing suits under open parkas and a trail of fine white sand suggested they’d just been to the beach. They stopped short at the sight of Claire and Austin.
“Augustus Smythe? Mrs. Abrams? What…? Where…?” Realizing that shock could keep her stuttering questions she didn’t want the answers to all afternoon, Claire managed to pull herself together. “Never mind. Not important.”
Snorting hard enough to nearly flip his mustache, Augustus Smythe stepped forward. “About time you got here.”
“It is?”
“I should think so. We’re on a commuter plane to Toronto in two hours and then it’s off to sunny Florida.”
“Florida?”
“We have a nice little condo in a seniors building only a block from the ocean.” Mrs. Abrams wrapped both hands around Augustus Smythe’s upper arm and beamed. “You’ll have to come down and see us some time, Connie.”
“Claire.” This was all just a little more than she could cope with right now.
“Don’t contradict,” Smythe warned her. “It’s rude. And what’s more,” he continued, turning his scowl on his companion, “she can’t come see us, she’ll be here.”
“No.” Claire raised both hands. “I’m not…”
“You are. You’re the new Keeper for this whole region. Check your damned e-mail on occasion, why don’t you. There you are, McIssac, I wondered where you’d got to. Figured you wouldn’t be far.”
“Mr. Smythe? Mrs. Abrams?” Dean’s astonished gaze slid off the shelf of lime-green supported bosom exposed in the open parka and wandered around the hall, unsure of where it was safe to alight.
“Hello, dear boy. My, you’re looking well.”
“Thank you, um, you, too.”
She released her grip on Augustus Smythe’s arm just long enough to wave at the elevator. “We’ve been working on our tans.”
“No time for chitchat.” One hairy-knuckled finger jabbed toward Dean…“McIssac here will run the guesthouse.”…then changed direction to jab at Claire. “You’ll take care of the metaphysical from Brockville to Belleville with this as your base. He needs to be more than your love slave, and this area needs a permanent Keeper. Your cat looks like he could use a few less nights sleeping rough, too.”
“He’s never slept any rougher than a Motel Six,” Claire protested.
“It was awful,” Austin sighed.
“No doubt.”
“Just wait a minute.” Her urge to grab Augustus Smythe’s arm aborted when he turned to glare. “Keepers my age don’t get tied to one place.”
“Times are changing. Thanks to modern communications, modern transportation, and spandex, Keepers can get to sites before they grow big enough to be dangerous.”
“I’ve closed dangerous sites!”
“You dead yet? Then don’t argue with me. A century ago, you’d have beaten considerable odds to be alive at your age. But now, fewer Keepers die, more Keepers are alive, the lineage can cover more of the world safely and still have what resembles a life. It’s basic math. Your sister’ll probably spend her first few years closing sites no one’s been powerful enough to close until now. If she doesn’t blow herself to kingdom come first.”
It sounded good. But there had to be a catch. “So eventually the world won’t need us.”
“Did I say people were getting smarter?” He turned to Mrs. Abrams. “Did you hear me say that people are getting smarter?”
She beamed down at him. “I surely didn’t, puddin’.”
“There, see? The dumb asses in this world will always need someone to clean up after them. You’re just getting a chance to live happily ever after while you do it. We’ll get changed and out of your way. Coming, Mags?”
“Coming, puddin’.”
“That was surreal,” Austin observed as the two turned the corner into the office and then disappeared into Augustus Smythe’s apartment.
Strangely uncertain, Claire looked around at the guesthouse—stopped looking around when her gaze got to Dean. “You want to stay, don’t you?”
He shrugged. “It’s your choice, Boss.”
“Our choice.”
About to defer, he suddenly shook his head. “Then, yes. I want to stay.”
“Because you want to be more than my love slave?”
“I never said that. Just promise me something,” he added after a moment, capturing her face in both hands and holding it far enough away from his that he could look into her eyes. “Never call me puddin’.”
Claire shuddered. “I think I can safely promise you that.”
“Hey!”
They moved apart again as Diana and Samuel came down the hall.
“Was that who I think that was?”
“Yes.”
“With…?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“They’re moving to Florida together, Dean’s taking over the guesthouse and, if Augustus Smythe is to be trusted, which, of course, he isn’t, I’m now covering a specific area…” She patted one of the hunter green walls almost fondly. “…based around this very building.”
Diana’s
