But Bridget didn't need to be worried--she was the head cheerleader, the newest cheerleader, and to the mind of many, the most attractive cheerleader....Her team would never agree to send her away.As the two teams were conferring--the other team deciding together how to rank how badly they wanted each cheerleader on her team, and her team deciding together how to rank how much they wanted to keep each cheerleader, Bridget saw something surprising. Lydia--the cop who Bridget had spent the night. " I was nostranger to having a drink before flying, hopeful that it would take theedge off my nervousness. But I never really found it helpful. However, Ididn't want to be rude by rejecting it.The drink she prepared for me was definitely unusual, both the sight andsmell of it. In the clear plastic cup, the drink's pale purple color wasobvious. It almost looked like diluted grape soda. Despite this, I foundit oddly appealing. I brought the cup up to my face and inhaled. Apleasant, sweet smell. This was the kind of thing his Grandfather told stories about. He said, “You must meet my Grandfather.”Ed stood over the man until the ambulance arrived to take the assassin away. Juan rode in the back of the ambulance. In the meantime, the Sheriff stopped at the house to take an official statement. Ed had to let him in so that the cats wouldn’t attack him.While the Sheriff was talking to John, the telephone rang. Since John was busy, Ed took the message that an agent from the FBI called. I took that as an excuse to take another look. Her hands were behind her back, forcing her chest out.I was looking across the tightly stretched material for nipple bumps when I felt the hand on my upper arm. "Marcus! I'm putting you in charge of Reese for the day."I grinned. Reese grinned back and licked her lips.Tashun moved closer and whispered. "Find something for her to do, to pass the time. Anything at all. But stay away from her. Do you understand?"He backed off and I nodded, my eyes.