“Dat ass, though,” Anna says in a stage-whisper next to my ear. My eyes bounce up from his ass to turn and glare at her, because he so has super hearing. When I look back over, Vance is hiding a smug look as he finishes neatly stacking his shirt and shoes onto a plastic bag he’s laid out next to the sofa. How dirty does he think this place is? I bet it’s even cleaner than his place, because Lemon takes pride in keeping a clean house, and she’s found her new favorite clean freaks who enjoy doing it right alongside her.
