This explanation seemed to satisfy her, because she nodded and then took a bite from her own quesadilla. A quick glance at the clock on the microwave, and she said, “This is going to ruin our dinner.”
“Not if we eat late.”
She sent him a sideways glance from under her lashes. “Are we still doing takeout?”
“No, let me take you somewhere.” Michael figured that would be safe enough. So far, it seemed as though the Whitcomb-demon was more interested in causing property damage than personal mayhem. Considering his penchant for hiding in shadows, it didn’t seem likely he’d attack them himself. Possibly he would send his minions to do so, but even they would probably hesitate when it came to a full-on attack in public. Besides, he and Audrey had gone out to breakfast multiple times, and he’d e
