<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"You can scramble me whenever," Cat murmured, leaning in to kiss his lips.  "I think I'd even like it without the shoot out at the OK corral first."  She was starting to relax now -- both from the adrenaline and the endorphins.  Her touch gentled until it was a light stroking, switching to feathering her fingers through his hair.  "I don't think you have to worry about me not wanting to see you again, hotshot.  At the moment, the problem's going to be more like getting rid of me."</span></span>