“Okay. You were so cute whistling through your nose I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“So you’re not mad anymore? About this.” He pointed at the ceiling. “About me kidnapping you and forcing you onto the river?”

She cupped his cheek and gave it a gentle pat. “Why would I be mad about that? It gave me a lot of time to think about a lot of things.”

That had been the point. But now he was wondering if he’d overplayed his hand.

“So everything’s fine?” he asked warily.

She nodded, looking thoughtful. “I really think it’s going to be.” She gave him another pat and then headed for the staircase. “Dean?” she called.

“Maggie?” Dean yelled back from what sounded like the third floor.

“Marco!”

“Polo!”

Silas chased Maggie up the stairs, and Dean met them on the landing.

“I need to put a GPS tracker on you in this damn house,” he complained. “It’s like a continent.”

“Before you say anything, I know I missed the call with the paint people,” she began.

Dean waved it away. “Forget about it. I took the call, listened to their demands, and then I exercised our right to cancel the contract.”

Silas saw Maggie’s eyebrows skyrocket. “I’m sorry. Did you say you canceled the contract?” She looked shocked but not outraged.

“They were too nitpicky with their demands. They can’t glue strings to you and play you like a puppet. It’s not authentic. Plus they pissed me off. So we’re out some advertising dollars. But we don’t have to jump through any damn hoops anymore. I think it was worth it. But you can yell at me if it’ll make you feel better.”

Silas watched as Maggie threw her arms around Dean. “Thank you,” she said. “Thank you for getting me and having my back.”

“I also had a talk with Cody about keeping his word and not impregnating girls, especially after he recently managed to gain their parents’ respect.”

“I helped with that,” Silas said, wanting his credit.

Maggie peeked over Dean’s shoulder at Silas and reached for him. She pulled him in for a group hug. “Thank you both for getting me and having my back.”

“What did he do?” Dean wanted to know.

“I kidnapped her and threw her in the river,” Silas said.

“And that’s what unleashes Zen Maggie? I always thought it would be a combination of a head trauma, alcohol, and maybe a massage or a really great pair of shoes,” Dean said.

“It might have been the fluffernutter I packed her. I nailed the peanut butter ratio,” Silas told him.

“You’re ruining our very nice moment,” she warned before releasing them.

“Sorry,” they both said.

“Now I need to go deal with some things. I trust that you can entertain yourselves?”