"May 3rd, '0...2?" Tracey squinted, tyring to remember how many years ago it'd been. She couldn't. The only reason why she remembered the date at all was because that was the anniversary of her father's death, and she always got pissed beyond belief every year on that date. Once she'd ended up in the hospital...but it wasn't worse than her most embarrassing hookup. "Woke up in a hotel room with all the finalists of the International Wizard Chess Tournament. They wouldn't leave me alone after that. That was even worse than the time I woke up naked on a freight train to Siberia, handcuffed to the Spanish minister's son."