creen television with the crowd of fifty or so people who'd gathered

s were at

s madness. Like most of the other stunts the Angels women had performed in the last three years, this one was a fund-raiser. The recipient was the ten-year-old boy

start the procedure any time soon. But he was a cute kid with a killer smile and the

ibrated beneath their feet. The scream of the wind howled in their ears. It was probably quieter in the damned helicopter. B

come to bring home came down from the helicopter. She looked back at the camera, her sensuous lips smiling

hit him hard. It was a feeling not unlike one of his wild mustangs delivering a hard kick to the gut. But this sensation was lower,

ally un

back to her father's estate, but he'd make sure she had everything that was good and wonderful and