"Fiji, I'm betting you don't drink a lot," he said, trying to suppress a smile. "I don't," she confessed. "How did you know?" "Just a lucky guess." "You think he'd like my phone number?" "Feej, that guy is tough as nails, and he's not only been around the block, he's run a marathon. He could eat you for breakfast," Olivia said, half smiling. "And wouldn't that be a great way to wake up?" Fiji said, with a broad wink. Manfred laughed; he couldn't help it." --