Friday, October 9, 2009



He had switched from champagne to scotch; anything to take the edge off. His nerves were frayed, and he was thankful for the darkness. Chip gulped down the last of his drink with the assurance that another would be waiting for him at his seat. By the time he made it back to the table, his body had begun to relax. He shook his head. It was his engagement party. He should be having a great time. But somehow, Tonya’s presence was overwhelming. He rubbed Buffie’s shoulder. She was so happy. When he proposed to her, he promised to do whatever it took to make and keep her happy, even if that meant eliminating the enemy.

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