She fiddled with something then undid a small clasp.Then "it" fluttered free and I choked back a gasp.A small winged creature emerged from her tresses...."Do you know what she is? I'll give you three guesses."Now, I've been around, and I'm hard to confuse;I knew right away that she must be a muse."You're right," Mindy said, as if reading my mind."She's a muse; very rare . . . there are so few of her kind." She's beautiful," I said, "that much I can see.But, if she's so rare, why waste her on me?". "Yeah, yeah. When Daddy gets back I think we'll have to go dunk you in the ocean." Just then, Sophia got a kiss on her forehead and a drink at her side. "It's my two favorite girls," Warren said. "What are we talking about?" Betsy and I have decided to keep you," Sophie giggled."That's a good thing," Warren grinned. "I would've hated to go through all that wedding rigamarole for nothing." Uh-uh. You're stuck with me, and you know it."Warren laughed. "When Crash and I were waiting for you to. ” “Of course,” he said, smiling back. “I am Nicolas. And over there—” he pointed further down the bar to another young lad sipping a glass of red wine—“is my friend, Michel.” “I’m Cassie,” she answered, giggling softly, butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. She studied Michel more closely. He was about Nicolas’ height and in very good shape, too, but leaner, and fairer-skinned. Light auburn hair and hazel eyes. And devastatingly handsome. She sipped her drink. Ooh, that’s nice, she. I'll work on it.Good girl.He stood up and walked over to me, limping slightly from his right leg having gone to sleep."Don't start," I warned him, crossing my arms over my chest."You're tense. I know you have a headache. A massage would do you wonders, sweetie," You just want a piece of ass," I countered wryly.He grinned and tried to capture my shoulders with his hands but I shrugged past him and headed for the bathroom."I don't feel like it," I said."You need it," he disagreed. "A massage, not.