I was having a really nice dream that involved me, a summery beach, a few very naked and limber guys (twins, maybe, and that totally wasn’t my brain projecting anything) and some very creative uses of suntan oil until I was woken up by the sound of my cell phone ringing. There should be laws about that sort of thing on a bright and early Sunday morning, but given the way my luck ran, and the way my week had been going, it was probably the law on the line. I flipped open the phone with a sigh. “Carsten speaking.”