I’m not familiar with this word you were repeating before…‘cojones’, was it?”

I blushed as Dominick patted me on the back. “Way to introduce him to the vernacular, Palta.

But you know as well as I do that anger won’t solve anything.”

“I beg to differ,” he shrugged. “Anger can be quite rewarding…at least for those of us who have the option of blasting our enemies to oblivion.

It’s a sad state of affairs when I’m the one bringing sanity to the equation

Me?...Stupid?” I fluttered my eyes innocently. “When have I ever done anything stupid?”

“Don’t get me wrong, you’re the smartest person I know…” She fought back a smile. “But you have done some of the dumbest things I ever thought possible.”

“So you have a point…” I shrugged. “Still not stopping me.

What up Brit-Boy?"

"I was just wondering," he said,"about the significance of your canine collar."

Why was the collar such a big deal? Back home, half the girls wore them. "It was a gift from someone with twice the cojones you have."

He raised his eyebrows. "You only have the data to validate half of that statement," he said, letting his legs fall apart and glancing downward. "But that could be corrected.

Usually my form of turning someone down was shoving a stake through his heart while smirking, Gotcha!