Epilogue - Andrea and Paul
This was crazy. Absolutely crazy. She shouldn't be driving down Prescott Street, searching for Paul's house. She had a million other things to do. Grocery shopping, laundry, finding a serial killer. Yet, there she was parking in front of the Halliwell house. She almost started the car again when Paul walked out to the porch and grabbed the paper.
Andrea took a deep breath and climbed out. "Good morning!" she called.
Paul lifted his head and smiled. God, his smile still made her weak in the knees. "Hey, this is a surprise."
"Well, I was in the neighborhood, you know," Andrea said as she walked to the porch. She winced the moment the words were out of her mouth. How lame! Paul met her at the bottom of the steps.
"Nice of you to stop by."
A moment of awkward silence passed between them. Andrea ran a nervous hand through her brown hair. She bit her bottom lip. 'Now or never, Trudeau,' she thought.
"Okay, so I wasn't just in the neighborhood." She met his green eyes. "Actually, I wanted to know if you wanted to get a good cup of coffee."
Paul's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Are you asking me out?"
"Yes, yes, I am. Unless you're afraid to go out with me."
Paul tucked the paper under his arm. "Afraid?"
Andrea put her hands on her hips. "Is there an echo out here? You know, afraid of old memories. Maybe rekindling the old flame?"
"I don't know." Paul scratched his chin. "I'll have to think about it. Can I call you?"
Andrea's bravado deflated, but she refused to let it show. She was going to give him the benefit of the doubt. He might have a good reason. She pulled out one of her business cards and gave it to him.
"Well, I guess I'll go. Take care, Paul." She turned and headed back to her car.
Paul watched her drive away. He pushed back the urge to run after her car and tell her he had changed his mind. With his new life as a witch, he wasn't sure it would be safe to date her. He couldn't bear the thought of something like Jenny hurting Andrea to get to him.
As he headed back up the stairs, he saw the front door open. Parker and Philip walked onto the porch.
"I thought I heard a woman's voice," Philip said. "Who was that?"
"Your old girlfriend from high school?" Parker asked.
Paul reached the top of the porch. "Yeah, she asked me out."
"You said yes, right?" Philip asked.
Paul shook his head. "No. I don't want to take a chance. Not until I learn how to handle being a witch." He looked out across the neighborhood. "You know, from here on out, everything will be different."
"At least our lives won't be boring," Philip replied.
Paul regarded his younger brother. "But they'll never be the same."
Philip leaned against a column. "And this is a bad thing?"
"Paul's right," Parker spoke up. He hooked his thumbs in his pockets. "What are we gonna do?"
Paul looked from one brother to the other. As far as he was concerned, their lives were still his responsibility. Nothing, not even a monster, was going to get near them if he had anything to say about it.
"We're going to be careful, we're going to be wise, and we're going to stick together," he answered.
"This should be interesting," Parker replied. He then headed back into the house.
Philip followed behind him, and Paul strolled in after him. Once inside, Paul started to reach for the doorknob. Then he stopped. Looking up at the door, he narrowed his eyes. The door closed on its own.
Parker was right. Life was definitely going to be interesting.