“Later.”
He flipped his phone shut and looked at Jackie then at Feb.
Feb was stuck in time, Colt knew it when she asked, “He thinks he’s you?”
“He’s whacked.”
“I know that, but he thinks he’s you?”
Colt smiled, he couldn’t help it, her face was hilarious. His choices were either to smile, laugh or get up and put his fist through a wall.
“Okay, Feb, he’s seriously whacked.”
“Got that right,” Jackie put in on a mumble.
He didn’t want them to dwell, either of them, which meant shutting this down. You didn’t talk about this shit in the dead of night when the demons could attack because you were vulnerable. You talked about this shit in the light of day when you had your defenses up and your mind could fight back.
“Time for bed,” Colt announced, curling to get up and taking Feb with him.
“I couldn’t sleep, no way I could sleep,” Feb said, sliding both her arms around him when they got to their feet.
He looked down at her and smiled again. “All right, honey, then you can watch me doin’ it.”
Her head jerked, the cloud over her face cleared, she was fighting back the demons, just as her brows drew together and she said, “Okay, you’re right, no more sharing. I give you the ammunition I’ll never hear the end of it.”
He curled his arms around her and gave her a squeeze, the smile never leaving his face. “You know I’m teasin’, baby.”
“I know and I like it now about as much as I liked it when I was eight and you and Morrie chased me around, waving frogs at me.”
That memory was so hilarious; Feb screaming like a lunatic and running so fast her hair flew out straight behind her, Colt felt the memory simmer inside him and he couldn’t stop himself from bursting out laughing. Jackie felt it too because she did the same.
“My girl, always hated frogs,” Jackie stated when she’d controlled her hilarity.
“That’s right, Mom,” Feb leveled her irate eyes at her mother, “I’m a girl therefore I hate frogs. I’d get kicked out of the girl club if I didn’t. Ask Maisie, she’s got the rules memorized.”
Jackie laughed again before her eyes moved to Colt. “February. Always been a scaredy cat. Can’t even watch scary movies.”
“Oh Lord,” Feb mumbled.
“Gotta say, Jackie, it’s probably good my woman can hold her shit together when a psycho is on the loose. Thinkin’ that’s more important than her bein’ able to watch Freddie Krueger invading high school kids’ dreams in a movie.”
“Oh no,” Feb whispered, her brows had separated but her eyes were now wide, “now I’m thinkin’ about Freddie Krueger.”
Colt gave her another squeeze. “I’ll keep you safe, honey.”
“You can’t!” she snapped. “He gets to you in your dreams!”
There it was again, it hit his gut like a rocket and Colt couldn’t stop from laughing so hard he couldn’t hold his head up doing it so he bent his neck and shoved his face in her neck.
If someone had told Colt anytime during that day he’d laugh or smile or do them more than once, he’d have told you that you were fucking crazy.
But there it was. Owens magic.
Feb thought he was golden? He couldn’t say he didn’t like that she thought that.
But she and her mother were something else, something that glimmered far brighter than gold. Something that made you believe there was a God but he didn’t make miracles. He created beings and gave them the power to make miracles, miracles both great and small.
Chapter Nine
Cheryl
The door bell jolted Colt awake. He looked to the clock, saw it was five to seven and slid out from under the dead weight of Feb that was pressed to his side.
Yanking on his jeans, t-shirt and grabbing his gun, he hit the hall then the living room and looked out the peephole to see Chip Judd standing on his front step.
He’d unlocked the door when Jack hit the room, his hair a mess, his jeans on, his chest bare and his hand curled around the butt of his revolver.
“It’s Chip, Jack. It’s cool, I called him.”
“Chip?” Jack asked.
“Go back to bed, it’s all good.”
Jack studied him with sleepy intensity for several seconds before he spoke.
“Don’t know what’s good, you callin’ the only boy in town who installs security systems and him bein’ here first thing in the mornin’,” Jack stated the obvious on a grumble then headed back down the hall, muttering, “fuck.”
Colt turned back to the door and opened it, nodding to Chip and stepping aside for him to enter but his eyes scanned the neighborhood. Chip’s van was parked on the street, no Audi in sight, no other movement. Street was waking up, half an hour it’d be alive, people heading to work. An hour after that, it would be napping again.