“Do I even want to know what is happening behind me?” Kieran asked as he lifted the silver dome from the largest platter. “Probably not.” I watched the deep-gray armchair float over the bed and then lower, coming to rest quietly beside the table. I turned to Casteel. “Did you just…?” A dimple appeared on his right cheek. “Perhaps.” “How is it that you used the eather to…be incredibly lazy before me?”
