Chapter Eleven
Delilah held onto the railing and skipped down the stairs. She couldn’t keep the goofy grin off her face. For some reason, the knowledge that the men upstairs were aliens – though she was still trying to wrap her head around the fact that her dream of them was real – instead of drug cartel thugs didn’t scare her as much as it probably should.
She paused at the end of the staircase and shook her head in disbelief. Moonshine and Rum were chasing more than a dozen tiny flying golden dragons while a large golden version of the dogs watched from her refinished and newly reupholstered antique settee.
“Okay, I concede. I have aliens in my house. Fat lot of protection you two wimps turned out to be,” she informed the dogs when they looked up at her with happy grins and their tong
