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backside but when push came to shove, there was no one else I would rather have in my corner.
    Of course, there was one other person who I wouldn’t mind having in my corner. I stopped at the bottom stair watching Thomas pace the back hallway, phone to his ear, occasionally nodding or asking a question. His brow was furrowed in concentration and I had an overwhelming urge to take his phone and start kissing away the worry lines.
    Instead I waited patiently, wondering what was wrong with me that he didn’t want to take our relationship to the next level. Was my butt too big? Too small? Maybe my shoulder-length blonde hair wasn’t long enough?
    Suddenly, I had a horrifying thought. Did my breath stink? I cupped my hand in front of my mouth and tried to exhale, but practically passed out from dizziness instead. I looked up in time to see Thomas staring at me with the oddest expression, much like the one I wore whenever I witnessed Piper wearing ratty Converses with new jeans. Hello? Ever hear of a pair of wedges? But then again, who was I to judge? I just freaked out over the thought of having bad breath and I don’t even breathe!
    “Good news,” Thomas said, snapping his phone shut.
    “I could use some.”
    “Looks like all the other half-bloods should be here within the hour, with luggage. I don’t know what the deal was with Lucy and Angie but it seems like they were the only problem. I’m still checking into why they were taken into custody to begin with, I should get some answers soon.”
    “Well, I guess that’s good news. I sent Piper out to buy them some unmentionables, but they’ll need real clothes. I think I know just the person to help me out.”
    As I walked toward the living room, Thomas stepped behind me, curious as to my plan. I phoned the Tribunal Offices and Mrs. Durham answered.
    “Tribunal,” she answered in a very professional way.
    “Hey Margaret, it’s me, Colby.”
    I could feel the deep freeze through the phone. Did I mention Mrs. Durham hated to be called by her first name? Oh yeah, almost as much as she hated me.
    “He’s not taking any calls right now,” she said very coolly.
    I rolled my eyes in response, but remembered she couldn’t see me. She was always telling me that Mr. Holloway was unavailable.
    “No problem. Look, I have a problem over here that I need fixed.” I thought I would start out taking the high road, well, except for the fact that I tried to get her goat right out of the gate by calling her Margaret.
    “So,” she drawled.
    I gritted my teeth. “Soooo, I thought you might have the power to help me out. I mean, I know Mr. Holloway will do it for me but since his time is so valuable and all …” Did I mention that Mrs. Durham considered herself the gatekeeper to the top three vampires in the Tribunal? She was all about making herself indispensable.
    “What do you need?” She was back to being the crisp professional.
    “Well, I have a couple of sorority members that lost their luggage in transport and are going to need the works. So, we need an evening at Nordstrom or something. Tribunal footing the bill, of course.”
    “What?!” Ol’ Margaret hated me for two reasons. One, Mr. Holloway, who was one of the three vampires in the Tribunal, always helped me out and that bugged her. But what bugged her more was the fact that I was a half-blood allowed to live.
    “Yeah, I know we have one or two Undead on the board over there, so we need the place opened an extra hour so my gals can pick up the essentials.”
    “Absolutely not,” she practically screeched.
    “Oh yeah,” I continued as though she hadn’t said a word, “they’re going to need a shopping chaperone as well. Someone who takes care of the billing details. Only that person would really know who bought what so they would pretty much have a free reign shopping as well.”
    There was a long pause at the other end of the line. Oh yeah, she didn’t wear St. John’s knit suits with Beverly