The Colonel awoke with a snort. He stared groggily at them for a moment, and mumbled, "What're you guys doing in my bedroom?"
Sam explained the situation shortly, and much to her irritation, her heart wouldn't stop drooling over him. She was drastically failing to avoid thoughts such as, "God I was so worried," or, "GOD he looks GOOD," or, "Hell, that was the biggest understatement of the YEAR! This man is completely, 110 HOT!"
Her heart went briefly to those three signs.
1)Hell yes she still thought about him affectionately when they didn't see "eye to eye". The man was seriously addictive!
2)HELL YES she wanted to squeeze him 'til his head blew off whenever she managed to bring him home or find him (as was becoming a popular game for her).
3)HELL YES YES YES he looked good first thing in the morning!
Ooooh, CRAP.
Sam sighed. Sammie, girl, you're dead meat, her conscience informed her.
SIGH
What else was new?