Lucas recovered enough to hug her.

“You should’ve told me you were coming.”

“Kendra did.”

“But I didn’t know.”

“Ah,” she replied, taking off her gloves.

“We have arrived at an interesting disagreement about who is supposed to know what.”

She stepped inside and surveyed the room.

The floors had been swept by then, but a faint beer smell lingered and the guest-room television glowed beneath a pile of sports magazines.