It's been a long busy week and I haven't been able to get on the computer much. 

To show my sincerest apologies, an excerpt from "Wounded by Her"

Friday night I walk into Ballin’ Sports Bar & Grill and come face to face with a ghost. My heart stops. For a split second I consider it an illusion or maybe I have a contact high from the drug house we raided earlier. It isn't until she speaks that I realize I'm not dreaming. Standing right here in front of me is my angel, my heart, my soul, my.....my everything. 

Jordan! She came back.

"Well hello there stranger." I say, apparently the drugs did have some sort of an effect on me because I have completely forgotten that I am picking up an order for three other guys, plus my own food. 

"Hello to you too. It's been a while." She greets me with a smile. "Are you here to have dinner or are you picking up an order to go?" 

"I'm...uh...picking up an order?" Damn, could I sound more prepubescent?