Of course not,” Colby replied. “What’s mine is yours, and what’s yours is, well . . . yours.

Colby better not bring me home Bambi, or I just might want to divorce him

Well, isn’t this just perfect,” Kyle commented. “We need to go rough up a big bad wolf, and half the pack is already leaving.

I love talking to spirits. Maybe we can try contacting Marilyn Monroe or Elvis Presley next.

Maybe because you're thinking right now that my tractor's sexy." Colby winked at her. Emma's face turned a shade of beet red, and she threw her arms up in the air frustratedly. "Ugh! Can you please stay out of my thoughts, or at least keep quiet about them when we're around our friends? Please?

So, let me guess. You want me to give you flea baths?” They all wagged their tails excitedly at the idea.

Hell, yeah,” Steve replied, his chocolate brown eyes wide with wonder. “I love the supernatural.” “Dude, we are the supernatural,” Chris replied.