Chapter Nine
“You should have warned me.” Sierra told Joe.
They were back at the Governor’s Mansion now, safely tucked away in Joe’s bedroom, far from prying eyes and nosey roommates.
“About what?” Joe asked.
“About the telepathy. About having the resting pulse rate of a humming bird. About destroying my furniture by shifting in my sleep. Have you ever done that? How do you hide this with all these people around you all the time? I can’t even keep it secret from Molly.”
Joe chuckled and sat down on the big oak four-poster bed.
“I invest in sturdy furniture. Also, you’ll have more control when you’re older. Last time I shifted in my sleep was in a French brothel in 1949. That was awkward…”
“You’re going to have to tell me that story.”
“Beautiful, I’m going to my grave with that stor
