I nudge her into the vestibule, swatting her softly on the bum. “Plans. Now, up you get.” Bea spins, then kisses me hard on the mouth. “I knew you’d be a spanker.” “Beatrice!” My cheeks turn red. “That was not a spank. That was a . . . a love tap.” She cackles as she jogs up the stairs, tripping halfway on the first flight. “It was a spank!” she yells. “And I liked it!” My head falls back as I stare up at the sky. “God help me.”
