Charlaine Harris

Okay," I said. "I'd hoped to avoid this, but. . . Bill, I rescind your invitation into my house. " Bill began walking backward to the door, a helpless look on his face, and my brush still in his hand. Eric grinned at him triumphantly. "Eric," I said, and his smile faded. "I rescind your invitation into my house. " And backward he went, out my door and off my porch. The door slammed shut behind (or maybe in front of?) them.