JORDAN SETTLED DOWN across the foot of Missy’s bed once more. This time his new defensive weapons lay at his side. Missy climbed under the covers and glared at him, saying, “If you use any of those weapons on my friends, I’ll pound you.”
Jordan flashed an innocent expression and challenged, “I’ll stay hidden under the covers. They won’t even know I’m here unless they start something.”
Ahmity settled into the high-back chair next to the bed. He positioned it near the head of the bed across the room from the window so he had full view of the room and the immediate area outside. Missy’s lower lip protruded as she turned to Ahmity, adding, “Can you make him go to his own bed?”
Ahmity’s eyes twinkled with humor. “My dear, I think it best we know exactly where your brother is rather than allo
