Not because she needed one, but because she’d hoped the cold water would dampen her raging hormones. No such luck. So here she was at five to six, about to go have dinner with Evan’s family while trying not to jump his bones. This was going to be fun. More like torture. She spread gloss on her lips and pressed them together before taking a final look in the mirror. Going makeup free was fine for an afternoon hanging out with friends, but for dinner with the Archer clan, she wanted to look nice. Her mama might be a former crackwhore, but she’d taught Alaina to make a good impression. Flaws and mistakes were meant to be covered up. Alaina picked up her phone and realized she didn’t have anywhere to put it. Her dress didn’t have a pocket, and she didn’t really want to bring a purse. Wasn’t the whole point of getting away to step off the grid? So far, so good. She was nice and isolated in her little corner of Ribbon Ridge. She was beginning to think it was paradise. She left the bathroom, dropped her phone on the kitchen counter, and exited the apartment.
