Standing at Felix's gates was Xena—an utterly unexpected sight that explained his shocked expression. Despite their phone conversation, where she had threatened to block him again, she was there in the middle of the night.

Could there be hope for reconciliation?

With his heart racing, Felix rushed to open the gates. "Xena, what brings you here?"

"Can't I visit? How mean!" She pouted, giving him a reproachful look.

After a moment's hesitation, Felix followed her inside, then broke into a wry smile. "Delilah, can we stop playing these games?"

The woman about to sit on the couch looked puzzled. "What do you mean? Who's Delilah?"

Felix shook his head. "Drop the act. Xena would never act cute with me right now—you don't know her at all. You almost had me fooled, though."

He gestured toward her chest and added, "Plus, you're a bit more... ample there than she is."

Looking down at herself, "Xena" laughed. "Oh? You seem to remember my features quite well. Did you measure me while I w