"I don't think that even with the coffee I'd have the energy to bounce off the walls," he admitted wryly. Still, she was probably right - he was only drinking it to keep from falling asleep and facing more of the magic-induced nightmares. "And if you could smack him with... Igor, was it?... well, you'd really have my permission."

He sank against the couch and winked at Amy. "Of course I'll be at your wedding." He chuckled at her mention of a possible elopement. "I have a mental image of you dragging Jalen to one of those all-night chapels in Vegas."