Page 102 of Demons Dig Donuts

“No, not grow! I said clothes, babe. Clothes.” Indy chuckled before a horrifying thought popped into his head. “I, uh…” He scrubbed his hand over his face and then slowly turned to look back at Dill. “Quick question. A teeny tiny thing. Can you… hear stuff?”

Dill tilted his head.

“Inside the ring doodad. Can you hear what’s going on outside?”

Dill shook his head and raised his hands to create a circular shape in the air. Then he used his fingers to make two circles to put over his eyes like a pair of glasses. He gestured at Indy, staring expectantly.

“So, like…” Indy tried to translate. “You can only see or whatever if you look… out? Like—” He glanced around the room. “Like a window?”

“Window.” Dill beamed.

“Okay, cool. And you didn’t do any looking out in the last few hours?”

Dill shook his head.

“All right, fabulous! Just wanted to make sure you hadn’t heard any of the freaky hot sex I was having with Mr. Heiss.”

Dill choked on air and covered his face, whining.

“I’m not doing it now!” Indy sat up, but he made sure to keep the blankets covering him. “Just, ugh, turn around or something while I get dressed.”

Dill whined again and didn’t move, his hands firmly over his eyes.

Indy laughed to himself as he climbed out of bed, stepped around Dill, and found his clothes. They were in a neat pile inside the bathroom and fully restored, so he cleaned up and got dressed. He was deliciously sore and grinned as he stretched, savoring every little ache.

He happened to glance at himself in the mirror and was struck by how he was smiling.

Huh.

He looked happy.

Like, really happy.

Fucking weird.

He stepped back out, his stomach fluttering pleasantly when he saw Mr. Heiss waiting for him.

Mr. Heiss wore a three-piece suit in shades of blue that made his eyes brighter with a fresh cala lily pinned to his lapel. His smile was soft when he first saw Indy, but it quickly curled up into his usual smirk. “I trust your nap was… restful?”

“Very.” Indy clasped his hands behind his back as he strolled over to Mr. Heiss. “How was yours?”

“Fine.” Mr. Heiss made no move to touch Indy, but he allowed him to come as close as he liked.

There was a small pink sprinkle on his lapel.

“I see you had a snack. Another donut?” Indy flicked the sprinkle away. “Too bad. You could have had me. Twice as filling and half the sugar.”

“We’ll be heading back now.” Mr. Heiss tried and failed not to smile. “I trust your Gammy is likely preparing to attempt banishing me again.”

“Fuck. Yeah.” Indy cringed. “She might send me along with you.”

Dill made a worried sound.

“It’s all right, babe. She’s very protective of me and I’ve made a big habit of vanishing for hours and hours here lately.” Indy gave Mr. Heiss a playful glare. “Since someone has my phone and won’t let me text.”

“She can text?” Mr. Heiss raised his brow.

“There is not a lot she can’t do, ’kay?”