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.

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.

The moment Quan crossed a line with me, I'd have to shut him down, but either he hadn't crossed one yet or my lines weren't where I thought they were.

The modern world did have a few advantages. Nice threads. Juicy steaks. Little black dresses...

When everything went wrong at once, it felt like folding origami in a hurricane.

My stomach rebelled at the thought of more food, but a scoop wouldn't hurt. There was always room for ice cream.

But realistically, I could not kill my brother-in-law.