Disclaimer: Nope…still own nothing…-sigh-

Author's Note: Minor cussing in this one….bad Phoebus! –pokes him- Other then that nothing to worry about =P This one is for "Dream Walkin'" by Toby Keith

The irony was a bit creepy he had to admit. The same morning that Frollo had confessed he'd been "having some trouble with his fireplace" Phoebus had been having dreams of the gyspy girl himself.

At least he knew her name, Esmeralda, and he knew that whatever he felt for her was in a completely different league then Frollo's thoughts. He'd even admit to himself that it hadn't been her dance that lingered in his brain but rather the conversation that had followed. He'd spent plenty of time with plenty of women and she was the first one he'd met that could…how could he put it? Keep up with him he guessed…match him blow for blow and counter each comment with one of her own, her wits sharp from use.

She was a one of a kind…something completely different from anyone else he'd run into before.

Damn it…he should have slept for a few minutes more that morning. He would have liked knowing how –that- dream would have ended.