“One more thing,” she said, interrupting my thoughts and leaning forward over her knees. I leaned forward, too, as close as I could get to her. I could smell her scent again. I needed to find out what soap it was and stock up on it. How could I ask her without coming off creepy? “Fencing,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “It’s not really fencing, is it?” My blood ran cold.
