Chapter Six
Hasan conjured a breakfast for them — not of pancakes, as Jordan had jokingly suggested the evening before, but of fruit and bread and cold ham. When she descended the stairs, her gaze moved to the spread on the dining room table, and she smiled slightly.
“How is our friend?” she asked.
“See for yourself,” he replied, and pointed toward the living room window, where he’d pulled the curtains aside to give an unobstructed view of the front lawn. There, almost in the middle of the space, was her damnable goat, chomping away at the slightly dry grass as if it didn’t have a care in the world. Perhaps it didn’t, now that it knew it had someone around who wished to watch over it.
Her smile widened. “He doesn’t seem any the worse for wear, that’s for sure.”
“And yourself?”
“I’m f
