”“Wow,” Jonathan said, “You two have been busy. I think we should treat you to dinner—not Carter’s, I think, but how about Maxwell’s?�...“Oh, that’s a great idea, Daddy. Why don’t you make a reservation while I take everyone home to clean up and change clothes?” Next thing I knew we were in my SUV with Jasmine and Daryl following. Max ran into the house for water as Lucy and I headed to our bedroom for a shower. I dropped my holster belt onto the floor and stepped out of my clothes. I was. Ed could not get past his notion that he was a guy, and hefound it difficult to return any of the guys' advances. Tomake it worse, since the place was a favorite of his, heknew many of these very same guys in the way a guy knowsanother. He spent most of the first hour sipping a Coke andtrying to be inconspicuous.Finally, after nearly two hours of trying to get hiscourage up, he gave up and headed home. Ed plopped down onhis bed and thought about what he had just experienced. Hehated it, and he. ..” he cleared his throat. “I think I have most of this filled out for you. You'll probably want to double check that everything's right and all that. And obviously, I don't have your social security number.” Matt released my hand for the first time since grabbing it, and gave me the sheets to look over. Even more than my middle name, I saw a slot he had filled out that surprised me. “Wow. You got my one allergy. How in the crazy world of professional stalkers did you know that?” . Revanche couldn't understand the feeling that seemed to simmer just below the surface, all he knew was that Laurel was HIS friend not Falk's.The next night he had waited for Laurel to come but she hadn't, Jacob had said they were going on the road again. Later that night curled up next to his mother and father Revanche heard Laurel ask him why he had called her lute silly, silently he told her that he hadn't meant too it had just come out, Laurel said her good night, she giggled telling Re that.