" For now, they were inseparable. The three of them. Preacher kept Paige and Christopher under his protective wing, as though danger loomed nearby and might strike at any moment. When there were no patrons in the bar, Preacher and Paige sat at one of the tables and talked or played cribbage; if Christopher wasn’t napping, he was on Preacher’s knee. "

― Robyn Carr , Shelter Mountain (Virgin River, #2)