Chapter Thirteen
I entertained the notion that I had cast a spell to hold her to me, but the truth is that I was the enchanted one.
There were adjustments to make of course. I had been alone long enough to become set in my ways. Sin chafed at my insistence that the items stocked in the pantry should be arranged labels out, so that everything could be inventoried at a glance. She found it amusing that I insisted on dusting biweekly, even in the rooms left vacant. She called me a compulsive neatness freak, but she said it with a grin. I rewarded her impertinence with a smack on the ass, but I was grinning too.
She had plenty of annoying habits of her own. Her sleep patterns were unpredictable. Often she would still be up tinkering with her computer or watching late night television when I
