Meredith's friend Tony called me in January, right after I got back from spending New Year's with Colin's pack.
Colin had driven me home, and he'd spent one night in my apartment with me before he left again—a night that had probably scarred my neighbours for life.
I had to invest in a decent gag, although I'd need to flip a coin to see who wore it. Perhaps the helpful clerk at the adult store could assist me in figuring it out.
I answered the phone right as my coffee maker sputtered to a finish, and poured a cup as I said hello.
A minute later, I dropped my cup, burned my toes, and let out a super unprofessional yelp.
"Are you all right?" Tony asked. "Newton?"
"Sorry, sorry," I said, shaking off my coffee-soaked foot. "Just dropped—I'm fine. Did you really just say you've isolated a shifter healing enzyme? Seriously, for real?"
