Gus hadn't said a word about my falling asleep on his sofa, and for that I was grateful. Melanie's house is at the end of Rabbit Run on Sandpiper Cove, a sprawling ranch with bleached cedar shakes, green shutters, and a split rail fence that was covered with early-blooming wild roses. My headlights picked out the opening in the fence and I maneuvered my Alero down her sloping, sandy driveway, pulling into the last available spot. The house was lit up like a cruise ship, and music flowed out into the yard. I took my purse and stepped carefully down illuminated shallow steps to her small front porch. Pressing the doorbell, I heard soft chimes play inside. Cameron opened the door quickly and let me in. My feet sank into thick carpet as I stepped inside the foyer. "Hi there, Ashley," he said. "The guest of honor has yet to arrive, and Melanie has worked herself into one hell of a snit." The guest of honor was Clay Aiken who was performing tonight at a sold-out concert at Thalian Hall. Melanie had arranged a pre-concert party in his honor.
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