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him.”
    “I will. Thanks for coming over, Matt.”
    With a small feeling of satisfaction at having helped, he left Jenna getting the kids ready for their outing to the beach with Grandma and Corwin. Urgh.
    Next mission was to the brew pub. He had some paperwork he needed to get done and some beer to check in on. As always, a feeling of excitement gripped him at the thought of making beer. He loved everything about it, the art of it and the science of it. The drinking of it. He grinned. He totally related to Corey and her chocolate making, because he felt the same way about his beer. Smaller batches made tastier, more interesting beers, and he could pay attention to details and the quality of the ingredients. He loved trying out new ideas. Some were more successful than others. The pizza beer had been a dismal failure. It had sounded good—beer and pizza were a natural combination, but in reality, urgh. But he had another idea in his head…chocolate and beer…hmmm…

Chapter Three
    “Take that, you mothereffing dickhead!” Dylan yelled. He pumped a fist into the air. Then his cell phone rang.
    He was sitting in Matt’s living room playing Xbox, his booted foot propped on the coffee table and this game was sick. He flipped open the phone and tucked it between his ear and shoulder as he manipulated the controller.
    “Hey,” Matt said. “One of my bartenders is sick, so I’m going to stay at the pub and help out tonight.”
    “Oh. Okay.”
    “Sorry about that,” Matt continued. “You’ve been at home alone all day. Why don’t you come on down and hang out here?”
    “Sure, sounds good.” Dylan’s tongue came out as he tried to blast another creature.
    “Maybe you could pick up Corey and bring her,” Matt said. “I told her if we did something tonight I’d let her know.”
    “Should I call her?”
    “Okay.” Matt gave Dylan her number. “See you guys in a while.”
    Dylan ended the call and dropped his phone to the couch while he finished the battle he was in. “Yeah!” He tossed aside the controller and fell back into the cushions with a grin and a sigh of satisfaction. Then he picked up his phone and called Corey to tell her about the change in plans. “So I’ll pick you up in an hour,” he said. “We can get something to eat there.”
    “Okay, but are you sure you guys want me tagging along? If you want a guys’ night—”
    “Matt’s going to be working,” Dylan said. “I’ll be sitting there all by myself if you don’t come.”
    She laughed. “Okay, then.”
    He got her address and directions to her place, then continued trying to slay some enemy humanoids for a while. When he was done, he hobbled into the guest room to make himself presentable. He changed out of loose athletic shorts and into one of his many pairs of cargo shorts, added a short-sleeved Hawaiian shirt and one leather flip flop on his good leg. He sighed at the cast. If he let himself think about it, he got all frustrated and pissed off, so he tried not to, but damn, it was hard sometimes. He fucking hated being powerless to accomplish his goals. He’d always had his eye on the prize, his goal clearly in focus, he’d always known what he wanted to do and had worked his ass off for it. This wasn’t the first time he’d been injured, but this was the first time he’d been out of the water for so long, and he didn’t even want to think about how it was going to affect his performance. It made him aggro beyond belief.
    He found Corey’s place without difficulty. He’d grown up in San Amaro and it hadn’t changed that much in the years he’d been gone. But he frowned at the neighborhood she lived in as he parked on the street in front of her place, a semi-industrial neighborhood in an older part of town, nearly deserted on a Saturday evening. It had a dark and barren feel to it. Why the hell did she live here?
    He eyed the small two-story building dubiously and knocked on the door, crutches under his arms. He