She disobeyed Ben and Eric's orders, of course. Instead of waiting in Ben's kitchen, she watched them from the front porch, although she did have her cell phone at the ready.

"Stubborn wench," she thought she heard Eric mutter, but she couldn't really be sure. Whatever he'd said it drew an answering chuckle from Ben.

"Somebody better be planning on mopping up all that testosterone," she grumbled under her breath. "I'm sure not going to do it."

"All clear," Ben ...