Chapter 33

“Right to bed, I think,” Derek chuckled, and he moved aside to let them through. “His room is upstairs. First door on the right.”

“I want waffles in the morning,” Avery mumbled and then yawned widely.

“Then you shall have waffles,” Derek agreed, and he took Avery’s bag from Jameson’s shoulder as they passed.

Jameson gave a nod to the other man he saw standing in the living room, and the man smiled back. He looked a lot like Sam Jones, and Jameson’s brain put two and two together. Jameson knew Sam’s brother Blake was a ghostwalker, too, and that he worked under Mr. King, which meant Derek was his anchor.

Avery stopped when they got to the stairs, and his eyes went wide as he took them in. “I think they added extra stairs.”

Jameson chuckled. An overly tired Avery was an especially adorable Avery.

“You can do it. I’m right here. I’ll help you.”

Avery sighed, but he sounded happy. “Of course. You’ve been right there for me the whole time.”