All the newsies were in my living room, sprawled over the couch, the chairs, and the floor. They were all chattering excitedly about who they knocked out suring the fights.
"I got one guy in the roin!" Racetrack boasted,proudly. All the other guys threw their hats at him, yelling things lie, "Not in front of a lady!" and "Shut up, Race!" but mostly the latter phrase. I just watched them, especially a particular few.
Spot was lounging in the recliner, looking gorgeous. His shirt was halfway unbuttoned, and I couldn't help staring at his eyes. How could anyone's eyes be that blue? I'd always been told that my eyes were super- blue, but they were nothing compared to his! Kid Blink was on the floor next to Mush, watching Race, Specs, and Skittery play with a deck of cards I'd scrounged up for them. Mush was wearing an undershirt.

Mmmmm...

Everyone jumped when the doorbell rang. I jumped up and ordered them to sit still. Of course, they didn't, but that's okay. I flung open the door and...

Oh, God...why me?