Page 21 of Grave Humor

“And that would be the pixie dust kicking in,” Gordon said, smiling and shaking his head. “Well, Eoghan. You were concerned about her. She’s going to be the happiest of women for a while, but have fun bringing her down from the clouds. The dust is particularly potent, and she wasn’t kidding about how it makes people behave. The nicer the person, the more desperate they are to make others happy, too. Just smile a lot, and that should keep her people pleasing ways at bay. I’ll look into that other matter we discussed while you keep an eye on her.”

“I’ll take care of her. Stay safe while handling your business.”

“I’ll call you if there’s an issue.”

Eoghan sighed. “Must you? Those things are disturbing.”

“Anwen, he has a phone in his pocket. Make him answer it should I call him.”

“Okay! I can do that.”

Gordon chuckled. “Finish your stew, and if you’re still hungry after, make yourself another bowl.”

“Oh. I’m always hungry.”

“Not anymore,” Eoghan muttered beneath his breath.

As telling him the realities of uncertain income wouldn’t help anything, I focused on my dinner instead, grateful for what I had and determined to not worry about what tomorrow would bring for a little while.

Tomorrow brought an angel and an incubus to my door, and there wasn’t enough pixie dust on the planet to deal with a headless divine engaging in an argument with a gorgeous sex demon wearing a suit. Suits were a problem. When hot men wore suits, my common sense dribbled out of my ears. For several minutes, I enjoyed the view, doing a mental comparison of the demon and Eoghan.

It bothered the hell out of me I couldn’t figure out which one took the top prize for sexiest male on the block. As far as I could tell, the angel and demon were arguing over a woman, they’d forgotten they’d knocked on my door and bothered me, and had captured the attention of my neighbors.

Like me, Mrs. Smithy took her time admiring the incubus. As far as the older married women in town went, she was one of the nicer ones, probably because she saw the shit my parents pulled every few weeks. While I disliked her pity, it beat the constant barrage of disapproval the older women across town tended to fling in my direction.

My parents would have given the town gossip fodder for a month. An angel and an incubus would keep people speculating for a year. Add in Eoghan, and I’d be the talk of the town for the rest of my life.

I waited in my doorway with Eoghan standing nearby, his body tense. He wore a new suit, and I wondered how the CDC had gotten them for him under such short notice, especially in a place like Sunset. Nobody outside of church or the funeral home wore suits at all, and everybody went over to one of the larger towns nearby to buy clothes.

“Excuse me?” I asked, already regretting I hadn’t taken my morning medications yet.

The incubus shook his wings, smacked the angel with his tail, and smiled at me.

Eoghan scowled.

“I’m not going to seduce her,” the incubus announced. “She’s not my type.”

Wow. I’d been rejected a lot over the years, but never by a sex demon who lived to despoil virgins. I considered going back inside, getting my pixie dust, and downing the entire damned bottle.

The angel smacked the incubus with its wing hard enough to knock him off my front steps. “He would absolutely love to deflower you, Miss Nash. That’s what they do the instant they are not carefully supervised. I assure you, this one is being supervised. He was attempting to prevent a rather bitter dispute with your companion, who would not be pleased over such seductions.”

For a headless being lacking any obvious sexuality, the angel sounded remarkably male.

“Now that I’ve started my morning with being rejected by an incubus, how can I help you?”

“The CDC requested angelic verification about the events leading up to you choosing to wake a slumbering vampire.”

“Gordon, there’s an angel and a demon here asking about you,” I hollered into the house.

“Can you ask them to come back tonight? I’m getting ready to sleep.”

I still found it amusing the vampire loved the couch despite being invited to take over my bedroom for the day. I had no idea what I was going to do with Eoghan, but I’d cross that bridge when I came to it. As far as I knew, he was sleeping on the couch when Gordon wasn’t.

Ugh. I was jealous over my damned couch, which was getting more action from men than I had in my entire lifetime.

“Can you please come back tonight? The slumbering vampire wishes to slumber.”

“The vampire is here?”