The sickening baby-fresh scent was overwhelming. She slicked it back off her face and tucked it behind her ears. For once in her life, she planned to take her mother’s advice and avoid the public eye until all the paint and oil were gone. A knock on her door a few minutes after Jason’s departure dashed her reclusive plans. Kimber opened the door without waiting for a reply. She was followed closely by Andy—college friend and Kimber’s secret love interest. “Oh, wait, Andy. We have the wrong room,” Kimber said. “We were looking for Lacy and found the Godfather. Nice hair, Signor. Or is it El Don? Padrino? Gumba? Help me out here, I’m confused.” “Ignoring you now and focusing on Andy,” Lacy said. “Stop being mean, Kimber,” Andy said. “Thank you, Andy,” Lacy said. “You’re welcome. Should I kiss your ring now or later?” he asked. “He’s been in town two days, and you’ve already corrupted him,” Lacy accused Kimber. “Pshh, he was born this way,” Kimber said.
