“How else would I know if the bag was mine?” Max bats his ice blue eyes so innocently. But of course he’s not innocent. Then again, neither am I. “You take one quick look, then shut it when you don’t see a thousand and one pairs of gray sweatpants,” I explain in my best helpful tone. But as I say that a voice in my head tsks me. You didn’t take one quick look. You scratched and sniffed. “Please, Everly. I travel with a thousand and two.”
