The drive had been quiet. Lillian usually wasn't much of a talker, Annabel seemed preoccupied, and Susan either didn't like the sprite or didn't like how quickly she'd been accepted into their lives. He couldn't be sure.
Admittedly, he should be more cautious about letting the tiny woman in, he'd have to talk with his mother about it later. Regardless, he trusted his dragon's instinct when it came to the tiny woman who was now sitting in his lap as he drove down the deserted highway.
The sprite was in love with modern music from the moment Annabel had turned on the radio in Susan's Subaru, dancing around the car, barely bothering to stay below the vision of other drivers. Her activity, along with the early afternoon sun had finally worn her out and she'd fallen asleep up against him afte
