““You don’t have an artavus, so make yourself useful,” he said. “Hey, don’t talk to her like that,” Echo warned. “Easy, big guy,” Cora said, patting Echo’s arm. “You don’t fight my battles.” Then she glanced at Andris and cocked an eyebrow. “What’s in it for me?” “I’ll help you with your dad’s blog.” Cora grinned. “Really?” “Throw the garlic bread in the oven before we get home and we have a deal.” “Deal. I’ve been wracking my brain about what to do with the blog.””