Jacob was exactly where we’d left him when we got back to my apartment. His eyes found mine when I walked in the bedroom, tossing my jacket on the bedspread.
“Any luck with your memories?”
The boy shook his head. “Sorry.”
I sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing the remote to turn off the TV. “Well, there’s no rush. Hopefully we can get more things done in the morning. In the meantime, you’re welcome to stay here.”
He adopted a curious expression. “What will we do until then?”
“We’ll make Michael read stuff to us.”
With that, I turned to the angel who was currently giving me a dirty look. “Right?”
Michael smiled, but I could tell I’d annoyed him. “Why not?”
Inwardly cackling, I climbed onto the bed. Jacob hovered next to me, seeming interested in the books Michael removed from the bag.
“Any requests?”
“Hmm…why don’t we start with the Odyssey?”
“Do you have any idea how long that is?”
“Guess you’d better get started then, huh?” Defeated, Michael seated himself on the side of the bed and cracked open the book. I settled in, closing my eyes as he began reading. Some small part of me couldn’t help but think: I could get used to this.