Blog Blogger: CAPTAIN STABBIN was dripping with perspiration. He looked boyish and manly all at once, his innocent features looking at Diana with curiosity.
Diana smiled. Maybe some of the energy she was throwing his way was being noticed after all. The clothes she wore were the same she had answered the door with, but her fear had been left in the house.
"It's getting a little late," Dean said, looking at the sky. The afternoon was settling in, but the sun wasn't even ready to go down.
"Nonsense," Diana said, gulping. She hoped her disappointment wasn't showing in her eyes. "Come inside with me. I'll fix you something to drink."