Jareth caught up to her at the bottom of the stairs. How, he found himself pondering, was he going to keep up with her when he had to use solid legs again and could not go through doors, walls, or windows? “Miranda, where are you racing off to?”
Randy threw her hands up. “I’ve been sitting up there being all quiet waiting for her to leave. I have a hundred things to do today.”
He looked to the window to watch the dust settle from the car her mother had sped away in. Did no one move slowly now? “A hundred? That seems a bit—”
“It’s a figure of speech, Jareth. I don’t actually have a hundred things to do.”
“Then why say it?” He watched her carefully unwrap his sword and place it back onto the table.
Shrugging, she tossed the towel on the couch. “I don’t know. I have to get my resume printed and dropped off today. Maybe I’ll give some to Jody, too. She runs into a lot of different people...” She sat down and turned on the computer, then began digging in the drawer. Shutting the top one, she opened the second drawer. Without looking at him she started talking again. “How long were you able to really hold me last night?”