If there's anything that you want. If there's anything I could do. Just call on me and I'll send it along. With love from me to you.

"Honey, I hate to wake you up, but the publishing guy is going to be here today and I wanted to wish you luck," Buffy said leaning over and kissing Spike before she left for the Magic Box.

I've got everything that you want. Like a heart that's oh so true. Just call on me and I'll send it along. With love from me to you.

Spike answered the door for Harold Koehler later that morning. "William Hart, I can tell you what a thrill it is to meet the man who produced such an amazing vampire book."

"Yeah right, the paper work's on the desk along with the outlines for the next three books."

"It all seems to be in order except for the inscription. Every book has an inscription that acknowledges the people that made the book possible. Once I get that, I can hand over your first check and inform you that the first copy of the book will be sent here in about two weeks."

I've got arms that long to hold you. And keep you by my side. I've got lips that long to kiss you. And keep you satisfied.

"Buffy, its here," Spike screamed as he ran into the living room. "The book is finally here."

"Oh, let me see," Buffy begged excitedly getting caught up in the moment.

Spike handed her the book, "Read the inscription."

She flipped two pages until she found it, "To Buffy the woman who found the only way to bring goodness out in vampires is to love them."