[h3][color=ed1c24]Angel Ferrara[/color][/h3]

[color=ed1c24]"Yes, ma'...Cyare."[/color] Angel swallowed softly, trying to force his blush to die on his face as he heard Cyare's back pop...[i]pop...[b]pop...[/b][/i] - with a deep breath he calmed himself and drew his gaze back up to the strong lines of the young woman's face. She seemed at ease with herself, completely confident in the way that Ferrara would be if he were currently cooking. Or wrestling a panther. Or even preparing himself for death. In the way that he would be if he were anywhere but directly in her line of sight.

Angel tried closing his eyes and focusing on the heat.

...

[color=ed1c24][i]On the heat of the pool.[/i][/color]

After a second, he began to make progress.

[color=ed1c24]"This is what I get for wanting to find a job board alone."[/color]