Sam was covered in mud. Covered. From head to toe, only the tiniest bits of clean skin or clean fabric peeked through. Beside him, Ramon was similarly caked in mud while Frank trailed behind them, wet and complaining ( Read more... )

Sam had decided to get a new tattoo today. The pandas on his chest had turned out really well and Sam kind of liked the idea of getting a new piece of ink every few months. Nothing huge or garish but something. Ramon had already suggested a skull and crossbones (Sam had vetoed that) while Haley said he needed to get a flower on his neck (Sam had ( Read more... )

Today had been designated as Christmas decoration day ( Read more... )

It was Sam's birthday today ( Read more... )

Having an office was a strange thing. He was pretty sure he might have visited a few of these offices when he was a kid so sitting in one now? Strange. But Frank thought it was respectful and Ramon wanted to help with decorating it so maybe he was the only one who found it weird ( Read more... )

Haley had been trying to organize a 'Welcome to Spring!' party for a few weeks now. When Sam had told her she just wanted a convenient reason to throw a party, she hadn't denied it but she'd still said she was going to use his house. And Sam, being the oh so dutiful brother, had let her. The party was tonight and Haley had commandeered James, ( Read more... )

Ramon came back a few days later. Things had settled down a bit by that time. Sam was lazing about on the front porch steps, drinking his coffee, petting Taco, and watching the gnomes train Frank in some of their fighting techniques. It was pretty hilarious. He'd bypassed going to the doctor, deciding just to rest his ribs and other injuries. He ( Read more... )

Bridin Blackthorn had spent most of her life surrounded by Alpha males. She was used to the swaggering. The posturing. The jockeying for position. But that didn’t mean she always had patience for it. So when Eric grabbed her shoulder and turned her away from the dome, away from her view of Sam-who had just now been blown back against the edge of ( Read more... )

By the fifth ring, Sam was afraid Dunaway wouldn’t pick up, but he did, greeting Sam with a wary hello.

( And we head into the home stretch! )

As the group all sat in Sam's kitchen, Sam was pretty sure they were all thinking about the same two things. One, that Sexy Gary, at least whilst under the glamour, was indeed worthy of his moniker. He was all thick-corded muscle, auburn hair, and dimples. Sam could easily imagine him in a hot firemen calendar or a sexy lumberjack photo shoot. Not ( Read more... )