
EB raced through the thick crowds of the party guests. Dodging under legs, around tables, and over a few shoulders, he came to a stop right next to Chase.“Hey, babe, I got the Director down here.”“Good. And don’t call me babe.” Chase walked past EB.EB hopped along after her. “Okay, sweetheart, darling, cutie pie...which works best for you?”“How about Chase, or you can call me Chase-who-will throw-you-out-an-airlock if you use one of those names again?”“Aw, not far.” EB pouted.Chase found...