After a couple of incidents, Lindsey had to admit the stables weren't as aphrodisiac free as he would like, and he had given blood today. He'd go in and out quickly, hit up the kitchen for something he could take back to his room. Avoid people as much as possible. As plans went, it sucked, but it was what he had right then.

Hearing muffled moans up ahead, he slipped through the nearest door, a shiver running down his spine as he closed the door behind him. A close call, that was all. Looking up, he found himself in the gift shop, and more importantly, not alone. How had he not noticed how broad Sam's shoulders were before? Lindsey was generally more observant than that.

He noticed now, though.