Part 4: Stone and Fire
"You have to admit, they clean up pretty good for a bunch of rocks."
Dana Logan sputtered, barely managing not to spew champagne all over her forest green silk bridesmaid's gown.
She glared at her friend Katie, who sipped daintily from her own glass while gazing happily over toward the bar, where her new husband was talking and laughing with his groomsmen and coworkers. Katie was right, of course. They were all tall, broad-shouldered and handsome, Dana's own brother Bram among them. But only half of them could really be considered rocks. And Katie was up to something - matchmaking, most likely. "Shouldn't you be dancing or mingling or something?"