It's a lovely area, though I haven't been there in many years. Midwest winters do get rather stale and you're smart to gather a little sunshine. You simply must spend some time on the beach, but no swimming! That part of the Atlantic in winter is not so friendly. Oh, and you must promise me you'll visit Mama Rita's. Maeve will know just where it is. Oh, how I envy you! If I were to manage some free time, would your musty old aunt be welcome to drop in? All my love, Auntie Camille Dare fumed, faced with the belligerence and tag-teaming of the women sitting on the other side of the kitchen table. First, the new Matchmaker had forced him to discuss these private matters in front of her human friend, over take-out food. True, the human took it well, but now they refused to understand the danger of a Matchmaker lingering in the same town as an irritable, marked werewolf. "You must leave." "No." They answered together. Again. "Guinness likes it here," Amy insisted. "And you've protected me so far.
