deflated expression.
"Thanks for getting me here. I officially release you from your transporter duties," she said instead.
Geanie glanced at her watch. "I've got another fifteen minutes to get you comfortable before your sitter arrives."
"My sitter? What on earth are you talking about?"
"Well, Joseph and I discussed it and you really do get into quite a lot of trouble when left to your own devices. So, he's coming over here when I leave to watch you and get you anything you need while you rest."
"I don't need a sitter."
"Do you want me to call that nice police detective and get his opinion on the topic?"
"No!"
"Then I suggest you behave," Geanie said with a smirk."Now, can I help you get into some pajamas?"
"I think I can manage."
"You ever had your arm immobilized before?"
"No."
"Then you can't. Let's go."
Fifteen minutes later Cindy was in her pajamas and on the couch with a blanket and pillow. The doorbell rang and Geanie flew to open the door. She gave Joseph a huge kiss, which he laughingly returned. Then he came in and observed Cindy.
"I brought provisions," he said, holding up a grocery bag in one hand and several DVDs in the other.
"At least we won't starve or need to resort to watching reruns of game shows," Cindy joked.
"Joseph thinks of everything," Geanie said, blushing as she said his name. "Okay, I've got to run, but I'll be back later tonight. Call if you need anything. Either of you."
"We will," Cindy and Joseph chorused together.
Joseph closed and locked the door after Geanie when she left and turned to Cindy with a grin. "Isn't she amazing?"
"She is. I'm just glad that you're paying attention."
"Trust me. I am," he said, sobering quickly.
Cindy was taken aback by the transformation. Joseph carried the groceries into the kitchen. "Can I get you something to eat or drink or some crackers to settle your stomach?"
"No, thank you."
"When is it time for your next dose of Tylenol?"
"Not for another three hours."
He brought her a glass of ice water.
"I said I wasn't thirsty," she protested.
"That's what you said, but trust me, I know how dehydrated a person can get without even realizing it when they're under stress."
He was right. She'd only had a couple of sips of water early that morning. She took the glass and began to drink it slowly, resting between sips.
Joseph settled into a chair and looked her over. "How are you?"
"I'm okay, really. Everyone's making a fuss for nothing."
"Uh-huh. Tell that to someone who believes it."
"My shoulder hurts, but no permanent damage done."
"How's Larson?"
"He's going to be okay, too."
"That's a relief. I keep going over the last few days in my mind and there's one thing I can't decide."
"What's that?" she asked.
"Which one of us is the psycho magnet?"
"I don't think I understand."
"Until last year you and I both lived rather quiet, straightforward lives. Now, three separate killers have wreaked havoc in our lives. I realize you were much more on the front lines the first time around than I was, but the Passion Week Killer invaded my property, hurt people there. I just started thinking that I'm cursed. It makes me worry about Geanie, about what might happen to her now that she and I are close."
Cindy's heart ached for Joseph. "I'm so sorry, Joseph. It's me. I'm the psycho magnet."
He shook his head. "The second killer was targeting my friends and colleagues and using me to get to them. I'm one of the board members standing in the way of the current killer and people are dying because of it. Both the second and the third killers you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. At least once because of me."
"Joseph, please, you're scaring me," Cindy whispered.
"Not half as much as I'm scaring myself," he admitted.
"It's not you. It can't be," she said. "And it's not me either.These things, they would be happening despite us. If you weren't on the board there would still be those who oppose the sale."
"True."
"Come on,
"Thanks for getting me here. I officially release you from your transporter duties," she said instead.
Geanie glanced at her watch. "I've got another fifteen minutes to get you comfortable before your sitter arrives."
"My sitter? What on earth are you talking about?"
"Well, Joseph and I discussed it and you really do get into quite a lot of trouble when left to your own devices. So, he's coming over here when I leave to watch you and get you anything you need while you rest."
"I don't need a sitter."
"Do you want me to call that nice police detective and get his opinion on the topic?"
"No!"
"Then I suggest you behave," Geanie said with a smirk."Now, can I help you get into some pajamas?"
"I think I can manage."
"You ever had your arm immobilized before?"
"No."
"Then you can't. Let's go."
Fifteen minutes later Cindy was in her pajamas and on the couch with a blanket and pillow. The doorbell rang and Geanie flew to open the door. She gave Joseph a huge kiss, which he laughingly returned. Then he came in and observed Cindy.
"I brought provisions," he said, holding up a grocery bag in one hand and several DVDs in the other.
"At least we won't starve or need to resort to watching reruns of game shows," Cindy joked.
"Joseph thinks of everything," Geanie said, blushing as she said his name. "Okay, I've got to run, but I'll be back later tonight. Call if you need anything. Either of you."
"We will," Cindy and Joseph chorused together.
Joseph closed and locked the door after Geanie when she left and turned to Cindy with a grin. "Isn't she amazing?"
"She is. I'm just glad that you're paying attention."
"Trust me. I am," he said, sobering quickly.
Cindy was taken aback by the transformation. Joseph carried the groceries into the kitchen. "Can I get you something to eat or drink or some crackers to settle your stomach?"
"No, thank you."
"When is it time for your next dose of Tylenol?"
"Not for another three hours."
He brought her a glass of ice water.
"I said I wasn't thirsty," she protested.
"That's what you said, but trust me, I know how dehydrated a person can get without even realizing it when they're under stress."
He was right. She'd only had a couple of sips of water early that morning. She took the glass and began to drink it slowly, resting between sips.
Joseph settled into a chair and looked her over. "How are you?"
"I'm okay, really. Everyone's making a fuss for nothing."
"Uh-huh. Tell that to someone who believes it."
"My shoulder hurts, but no permanent damage done."
"How's Larson?"
"He's going to be okay, too."
"That's a relief. I keep going over the last few days in my mind and there's one thing I can't decide."
"What's that?" she asked.
"Which one of us is the psycho magnet?"
"I don't think I understand."
"Until last year you and I both lived rather quiet, straightforward lives. Now, three separate killers have wreaked havoc in our lives. I realize you were much more on the front lines the first time around than I was, but the Passion Week Killer invaded my property, hurt people there. I just started thinking that I'm cursed. It makes me worry about Geanie, about what might happen to her now that she and I are close."
Cindy's heart ached for Joseph. "I'm so sorry, Joseph. It's me. I'm the psycho magnet."
He shook his head. "The second killer was targeting my friends and colleagues and using me to get to them. I'm one of the board members standing in the way of the current killer and people are dying because of it. Both the second and the third killers you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. At least once because of me."
"Joseph, please, you're scaring me," Cindy whispered.
"Not half as much as I'm scaring myself," he admitted.
"It's not you. It can't be," she said. "And it's not me either.These things, they would be happening despite us. If you weren't on the board there would still be those who oppose the sale."
"True."
"Come on,
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