AFTER HE SHOWERED AND changed into a sweat outfit of Paige's, she fixed what she considered a boring meal of ham and cheese sandwiches. The stress of the day made them both hungry. Ian gobbled the sandwiches up as if they were sirloin steaks. He raved about everything, from the seeds in the rye bread to the Dijon mustard she slathered on thickly at his request. He washed them all down with three glasses of milk.
Sipping her iced tea, Paige set it down as a thought came to her. "Remember when you were telling me about that lost soul John?"
Ian nodded, leaning back in his chair, balancing it precariously on the back legs. "How could I forget? The poor guy's been roaming around like one of the Living Dead for ages." He grimaced. "No matter how hard I try, nothing I say or do gets through to
