“Yes, ma’am. Uh, I mean, no, ma’am.”
Troy picked up his cape, wrapped it around his neck, and Beck fastened the clasp.
“Peter always did that for Leonard,” Helena observed.
“See? It’s a thing,” Beck said, grinning.
“Yes, dear,” Troy said, straightening Beck’s jacket.
When they stepped outside, it had stopped raining, so Troy opted not to create the shield, although about halfway back to Wykon, Beck began to shiver, so Troy recreated the shield, cutting out the wind.
* * * *
Troy reluctantly resigned from the fire department; he was spending more and more time on CSA business. In addition to the training of the newest batch of sotans, he’d also been invited to sit on various committees. He initially refused, thinking being with a group of older people would be boring and pointless. B
