The nice thing about having demonic shimmer-transport options was that Sam could cover the NCAA Women's College World Series for the sports blog he'd been writing for lately in Oklahoma City, and still stay home with the family.

Which, at the moment, meant working feverishly on the baseball diamond backstop nearby as Phoebe read to the twins. Yes, again. It was like a compulsion. He was going to tweak the thing to death eventually.