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entitled to go where I want, when I want. But do you really think I'd go traipsing down dark alleys in a strange city for a bottle of water? Why not just stick a flashing 'mug me' sign on my back?"
    "Well, you did seem a bit bored…"
    "Please. That mutt's been following us since this morning. I was trying to get rid of him."
    "What?"
    "Yes, I know, I should have warned you. I realized that later, but you worked so hard to plan our honeymoon and I didn't want this mutt ruining it. I thought I'd give him a good scare and send him packing before you noticed him sniffing around."
    "Huh."
    I tried to sound surprised. Tried to look surprised. But her gaze swung to mine, eyes narrowing.
    "You knew he was following us."
    I shrugged, hoping for noncommittal.
    She smacked my arm. "You were just going to let me take the blame and keep your mouth shut, weren't you?"
    "Hell, yeah."
    Another smack. "That's what you were doing at dinner, wasn't it? Breaking his jaw. I thought it looked off, and I could swear I smelled blood when we were walking back from the restaurant." She shook her head. "Communication. We should try it sometime."
    I shifted, putting my arm under my head. "How about now? About this trip. You're bored." When she opened her mouth to protest, I put my hand over it. "There's not a damned thing to do except hole up in our hotel room, run in the forest, and hunt mutts—which, while fun, we could do anywhere. So I'm thinking, maybe it's time to consider a second honeymoon."
    She sputtered a laugh. "Already?"
    "I think we're due for one. So how's this? We pack, head home, see the kids for a couple of days, then take off again. Someplace where we can hole up, run in the forest and
not
have to worry about tripping over mutts. A cabin in Algonquin…"
    She leaned over me, hair fanning a curtain around us. "Wasn't that where I suggested we go when you first asked?"
    "I thought you were just trying to make it easy on me. We can rent a cabin anytime. I wanted this to be different, special."
    "It was special. I was stalked, chased, attacked… and I got to beat the crap out of a mutt twice my size." She bent further, lips brushing mine. "A truly unique honeymoon from a truly unique husband."
    She put her arms around my neck, rolled over, and pulled me on top of her.
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    Kelley Armstrong is the author of the Otherworld paranormal suspense series. She grew up in Ontario, Canada, where she still lives with her family. Her Web site is www.KelleyArmstrong.com.

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Jim Butcher
    Jim Butcher's bestselling Dresden Files (now a Sci Fi Channel series) chronicles the life of modern-day Chicago's only professional wizard, Harry Dresden.
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    I WAS SITTING IN MY OFFICE, SORTING THROUGH my bills, when Mac called and said, "I need your help."
    It was the first time I'd heard him use four whole words all together like that.
    "Okay," I said. "Where?" I'd out-tersed him. Another first.
    "Loon Island pub," Mac said. "Wrigleyville."
    "On the way." I hung up, stood up, put on my black leather duster, and said, to my dog, "We're on the job. Let's go."
    My dog, Mouse, who outweighs most European cars, bounced up eagerly from where he dozed near my office's single heating vent. He shook out his thick gray fur, especially the shaggy, almost leonine ruff growing heavy on his neck and shoulders, and we set out to help a friend.
    October had brought in more rain and more cold than usual, and that day we had both of them, plus wind. I found parking for my battered old Volkswagen Bug, hunched my shoulders under my leather duster, and walked north along Clark, into the wind, Mouse keeping pace at my side.
    Loon Island Pub was in sight of Wrigley Field, and a popular hangout before and after games. It was bigger than most such businesses, and could host several hundred people throughout its various rooms and levels. Outside, large posters had been plastered to the brick siding of the building. Though the posters were soaked with rain, you could still read