Cal wasn’t here. A dab of pink icing flattened on the floor sent up the sweet smell of vanilla as Frankie headed toward the front of the center. As she passed the basketball net, the sharp scent of teenage-boy sweat mingled with the cloying mix of the girls’ perfume. The place needed to be aired out, but she’d do that tomorrow. Tonight, she had to find Cal and ask him to stay. Maybe he’d already left. She sprinted for the front door, then relaxed when she saw the white Escalade. In this neighborhood, a car like that could only belong to Cal. “Looking for me?” Frankie spun around. He stood in the doorway that led to the storage room and the back exit. “Thought I’d check on your car.” She closed the front door, ignoring the flood of relief she felt. “It’s not the kind we usually see around here.” “Worried about me?” He sauntered toward her. “Worried about your car. It’s temptation on four wheels.” “Not a problem. The alarm on that sucker can wake the dead.”
