If Fang is in any way harmed while I'm gone-if he gets a hangnail-you won't see another morning. Are we clear on that?

Have you ever been to Colorado?" I frowned. "Is that one of those square ones, in the middle?

I led the way toward the crowd, trying to look casual, like, Fly? Me? Nah.

Fang. I had to do some thinking about him. Me. I had some thinking to do about me too.

Jackpot, Max! Jackpot!" It was Fang and he was giggling hysterically. For those of you just joining us, Fang doesn't giggle, esspecially hysterically.

I stood there watching Phoebe arrange the pillows and the sheets. She isn't thinking that I... I mean, she doesn't think that she and I would... WHAT?

Basically, I have two speeds.... Hostile or smart-aleck. Your choice.