"Terence West - Phantoms" - читать интересную книгу автора (West Terence)

"Mom, Dad," Charlie began as he started to catch his breath, "can I sleep with you tonight?"
 Dylan Grant looked over at his wife and smiled. This was not the first time this had happened. He
rubbed his thick brown beard as a smile emerged on his face. Dylan was a tall and well built man. He had
medium length dark brown hair that hung to the middle of his neck. It was naturally wavy, which drove
his wife crazy. He was closing in on his thirty-fifth birthday, but he didn't feel it. In his mind, he was just a
big kid. "I don't know. Cynthia, what do you think?"

Cynthia waved her hand in the air as she scooted back down in bed. "Why can't you sleep in your own
room, Charlie?" She was much more petite than Dylan. Measuring only five foot three inches, her
forehead barely reached Dylan's chin when they stood next to each other. She had long blonde hair and
what Dylan referred to as "sky blue eyes". She used to be afraid to age, but even now, at thirty-two, she
was one of the most beautiful women around.

"There's a monster in the closet," Charlie admitted sheepishly, not wanting his parents to know he was
scared. After all, he was a big boy now.

Dylan ran his large hand over his son's hair. "I've got an idea."

"What, Dad?"

"Let's go find that monster and flush him out!" Dylan stood and walked across the room toward his golf
bag. Hastily looking over the silver clubs, he grabbed a wedge out of the bag.

Charlie started to shake his head. "That's not a good idea, Dad."

"Why not?" Dylan asked, holding the club tightly in his hands. "Your old man's a pro at this. I bet you
didn't know that back in college your dad majored in monster hunting."

Cynthia chuckled. "Stop making things up, honey."

Dylan shook his head. "No, it's true," he said with a laugh. "While other kids went out for the football
team, I went out for monster hunting."

"Stop egging Charlie on and take him back to bed." Cynthia pulled the covers up tightly to her chin. She
had to be up in less than five hours to be at work. She had a major meeting she had to be well rested for.

Dylan knelt down in front of Charlie. "Your mom never was a believer," he said in a whisper.

Charlie laughed. His dad was his hero. They did everything together. Tomorrow was going to be extra
special for him. His dad was taking the day off from work to take Charlie to his first major league
baseball game. He had even promised to show Charlie how to run the scorebook. Sitting up in bed,
Charlie scooted toward the edge and hopped off. When he was with his father, they were invincible.

"Are you ready to go get that monster?" Dylan asked as if he was taking the family out for ice cream.

Charlie nodded his head. "Yeah."

"Then what are we doing standing around here for? Let's go."