Marty wanted her gratitude, Michael wanted her body, Robbie wanted her fame, and every asshole out there wanted her autograph. This afternoon, all she wanted was to spend some time alone, but no one would let her. Aunt Robbie had called and asked to come over. This wasn’t going to be just a friendly visit, Lila was sure of it. His tone told her something was up. But, whatever it was, Lila didn’t give a shit. Lila stretched out on the lounge, her body glistening under the sleek film of oil. Beyond her, Malibu Beach also stretched out, glaring white in the sun, while the waves rolled relentlessly. She felt the knots of stress begin to uncurl, and willed the muscles in her body to soften. She heard the clomping on the steps to the deck, then opened her eyes to see Aunt Robbie’s huge form lurching around the corner of the house. “Where’re your skates?” she called out to him as she settled back and closed her eyes again. “Let me guess.
