Hosted by MizB at Should Be Reading.
by Myra McEntire
"Truce?" Michael asked hesitantly, holding out one hand.I struggled to catch my breath, willing my goosefleash to disapear. When I finally regained control, I gave him a sweet smile and reached out to shake.Then I flipped him over my shoulder.As he lay on the ground panting, I walked to stand over him, looking down, my smile still in place. "So I'll see you later?"He blinked once. I took that as a yes.
