“I hate you,” Jameson grumbled. “And I loathe your face!” Xander replied happily. “You can’t be everywhere, Xan.” In other words: Jameson’s inadvisable plan had been thwarted for now. Xander was undaunted. “Or can I?” He wiggled his eyebrows dramatically and threw an arm around Jameson’s shoulders. “Now, be honest: Where did that tackle rate in my top three?”
