With my life back to normal—normal being a very relative word—one would think I’d catch a break. One would be very wrong. With an Angel gunning for me and a Demon in my bed, life couldn’t be more complicated. Not to mention, I’m going to have to make a rather large life choice. Do I want to live forever? Does anyone? Forever is a very long time. Whatever. I’ll think about it tomorrow … or next week … or next month. As long as I have my girlfriends, my dogs, a super-sized case of merlot, and my deceased squatters, I’m good to go. My midlife crisis. My rules. If it doesn’t kill me dead first, I plan to have a most excellent midlife crisis.