" He trailed off as his watery blue gaze fell on Sailor. "And who's this strapping fellow?"
"My... fiancé." I put my arm through Sailor's.
He looked down at me, aghast at the suggestion of intimacy.
"Well, that's some woman you've got there, young man," Lou said with an ingratiating smile.
"Oh yea," Sailor said, yanking me closer to him, his hand digging into my side. "She's a pistol. "

― Juliet Blackwell , A Cast-Off Coven (A Witchcraft Mystery, #2)