“Imagine! The place smelled faintly of lemon cleaner, the kind that hinted at a life once lived there but now long gone. XXX The house was quiet, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Ava noticed the concern on his face. The drive home was quieter. “I am so screwed.”
Her heart pounded like a drumline, and she was nearly hyperventilating. She wore a snug-fitting blue sweater that accentuated her ample cleavage, which Jake had been trying not to ogle the whole time. “Ow, my leg,” Ava complained as Jake rushed to her side. Fine. “Well, it’s more than just a hobby. Cassandra didn’t knock—she just walked in, rolled her eyes at the living room, and said, “Ugh, this place better not smell like nerds by the end of tonight.”
Right behind her came
