she said.“I know. I visited Carver’s mom and this is what her house smelled like. I’m going straight into the shower, scrub myself raw—and if that doesn’t work, buy some industrial-sized drums of tomato juice. And I’ll probably have to burn my clothing.”He tried to sidestep her, but Susan moved quickly, got on her toes and kissed him hard on the mouth.“Must be true love to get anywhere near me smelling the way I do,” Shannon said.“You do worse for me,” Susan said. “Every morning you kiss me passionately no matter how bad my morning breath is.”“What are you talking about? Your breath always smells like sweet petunias. Especially in the morning.”Susan laughed at that. “One of these days I’m going to find out where you got that ‘sweet petunia’ expression from. And besides, I don’t think petunias even have a smell.”“Of course they do. A wonderful smell. Exactly like your breath.”Shannon gave her shoulder a little squeeze as he made his way by her and into the bathroom.
