Really, Sam had been aware of how warm she felt. But whatever. She leaned over to cup her hand under the spray of the faucet, splashing water in Danny's face. It was, admittedly, a little cold. But that was what he got for his super-Danny-like reply to her little confession.

If he were any more Zen, she was going to have to keep checking him for a pulse.

"As you wish, Monkey Boy."