“Oh. I almost forgot. Knock, knock.” I’m piecing this together, and I’m not sure how one of her infamous knock-knock jokes fits in, but it’s a blast from the past I’ve been mentally revisiting all day. “Huh?” I ask. “Knock. Knock.” She quirks her mouth so that damn dimple dents one cheek. “Humor me.” “Okay. Who’s there?” All signs of humor fall off her face. “Lamont Christopher’s new agent.” A few quick steps bring her back immediately in front of me and she pokes her sharp little nail into my chest. “Block that, motherfucker.” She blocked my shot.
Banner my girl!!!
