Chapter 8

“Well, it is,” I continued, caught in the thrill of the battle, “and we’re going to take full advantage of that opportunity. So whatever your designs were on my man, forget it.” With those words I thrust my sword deep into the tender underside of the beast.

Johanna Ferguson dropped her hand from Andy’s leg and tried to compose herself.

“Now, if you’ll excuse us, Andrew and I are going to go get me ready for my next class. He has to zip me into my tight, tight chaps. Are you coming, Brad?”

I stood up, took a still-dazed Andy by the arm and walked him down the bleachers. Brad got up and followed us.

Ted smiled and said, “I’ll call you.”

Brad just nodded.

I was adding this bit of information to that which I already had catalogued on Brad, when Andy said, “Are we really going to be married in Boston?”

“To be honest, that just flew out of my mouth to get Mrs. F. out of your life, but if—”