"There were werewolves and vamps crawling all over here a little while ago." Weres made good medical personnel because they had an unparalleled sense of smell. Vamps made good police officers because they were nocturnal, had super speed and hearing, and could sense exact time of death. And had other little creepytalents.
"But they aren't a witch." She hooked her fingers into claws and bared herteeth.
"You're welcome tolook."
"I will," she said. "But you're going to get some rest first. You look like one of theundead."
"Har," I said, but I let her fuss with my blankets. She flipped on the television, tuned it into Netflix and we proceeded to argue for the next twenty minutes about what to watch. We finally selected Jane the Virgin. Neither one of us wanted to watch anything gory, but I wanted something funny. Usually I didn’t win the Netflix battle, but I had a concussion and she felt sorry forme.
Twenty minutes into Jane agonizing over Michael and Raphael, I fell into a deepsleep.
The next morning,the smell of frying bacon and coffee woke me. I jerked up abruptly and groaned at the pain in my head. "Eergghh," Isaid.
A glass of water was shoved at my face by a slightly dirty, masculinehand.
"Hank?"
He helped me to a sitting position. "The one and only." He shoved the glass at me again. "Drink. Being hydrated will help yourhead."
I obeyed. The cool water felt good going down. "Where'sPepper?"
"Growing things out of season and cackling to the skies about it, Iguess."
I croaked out a surpriselaugh.
"She left about an hour ago when I got here. She told me to take care of you but did that weird finger quote thing so I have no idea what she was talking about. I assume it was ladyspeak for something to do with your ladyparts."
I choked on my next sip ofwater.
Hank grinned at me. "Try to be careful. You wouldn't want to soak yourcouch."
He winked at me and headed back to thekitchen.
Okay. Seriously. Who was this chatty guy and what had he done with Hank? I chugged down my water and swung my legs over. Everything in my body hurt. I'd never exhausted my magic stores like that. Never. Today I felt like I was a hundred yearsold.
I slowly shuffled to the kitchen only to see Margo bounding through the air as Hank tossed bacon to her. I sighed, shook my head, and slowly made my way to the dining table only to realize I'd forgotten to get a cup ofcoffee.
Hank must have noticed my forlorn expression and took pity on me. He poured me a large mug from the fresh pot, made it just the way I liked it and plonked it down on the table in front of me. A few minutes later and he had a plate of bacon, eggs and biscuits theretoo.
"Marry me," I croaked. At the moment I was deadserious.
"I still don't like blondes," he said, but with less heat thistime.
"I'm adorable," I said through a mouthful of bacon. "And I have a cutepuppy."
"You're still blonde," Hank said as he eyed me over his coffeemug.
"Genetics," I shrugged. "But if you keep feeding me and playing with my dog, I'm going to color my hair and drag you down to thecourthouse."
Hank grunted and I hid a smile. I'd gotten to him. Men didn't like to talk aboutmarriage.
"So are you a brunette kind ofguy?"
Hank scooped a massive amount of eggs onto his fork. "I don't have apreference."
I laughed in surprise. "And yet you hateblondes?"
"It has to do with the lack ofpigment."
