I had a party to plan, reminders to send, some positive PR to get out, L.A. travel plans to take care of and now a bit of a conspiracy to start unraveling.For starters.Just another average Sunday with the M10.

We weren't so much oil and vinegar as a lit match and napalm.

It was hard to judge a man's full character by his bachelor party etiquette.

My body shook from pain, exhaustion, and the beginning of shock. I'd pay for all the powers I'd used, but the portal most of all. Good girls weren't supposed to open hell dimensions.

Why did I have to look like hell when he looked like he just stepped out of a comic book?

Good thing I was covered in chicken drippings, frosting and powdered cheese. I always did know how to impress a man.

From moment one, you were the wildest thing I've ever seen. ll I do is imagine how you'd taste.

He shrugged and slipped the glasses on. "Do I look like a bodyguard now?"With his solid muscle, that suit, and those shades? More like a hit man. But that would work. I needed people to keep their distance from the testy panther, and no one was going to come close when he looked perfectly capable of masterminding a mob hit.

Yeah. I was grinning. Running my tongue over my teeth, I felt the familiar jab of fangs. Shifting wasn't in my plans for the day, but it was hard to stop a little cat from slipping through when I was having such a good time listening to Angel eviscerate kids.