This place is a mansion. “Make yourself at home,” Zane says as we come through the back door and stop in the kitchen. “Phone’s on the wall over there, if you want to call your aunt. Sorry my cell was dead.” “Aren’t we a pair? Your phone’s dead; I left mine at home. You’d think I’d remember to carry it. I fought hard enough to get it. Aunt Jenny says cell phones are evil, they disrupt serenity, and people are rude, taking calls in public places. And don’t get her started on texting while driving.” “Your aunt’s a trip. You’re lucky, having someone in your life who is so passionate.” Zane uses the word like it is always on the tip of his tongue. Talented and intelligent. Perfect package. “But I doubt you had to fight very hard. That woman would do anything for you.” “Don’t kid yourself. Aunt Jenny can be a pain sometimes too.” “Look, guy.
