Lost Souls (Cainsville 3.6)

"Monday night, let's work late. Until about eleven p.m."

"Forty-eight hours post-pixies?"

"Humor me, okay?" She leaned her head against his shoulder for just a second. "I wouldn't want to lose you, either." A two-second pause. "Where else would I find someone to hire me?"

He gave her a smile for that, and they continued out of the cemetery.