I glanced at George half naked in his towel, then at Barkley, completely naked in his . . . nothing. A vampire and a werewolf. I shook my head. It was obvious. I was having one of my Anita Blake dreams again.

I had lied so much lately that I was honestly surprised my pants weren't literally made of fire.

A line of perspiration slipped down my spine like a waterslide at an unamusement park.

It's snowing." Rhys looked up at the light flakes that had started to drift down."Yes, it is." I grimaced as I got smacked in the eyeball with a large wet flake when I looked up.