Four
Careena
I could die of embarrassment.
It was bad enough when I hopped into Mr. Lam’s arms instead of introducing myself like a sane person. Then Tanner and Lisa ran into his house like gangsters and I knew crap would hit the fan.
But God came through in a way I hadn’t expected. Mr. Lam’s sister—or friend or whoever—is a fan of Tanner’s. My brother's fame and success has finally come in handy.
“Sorry again.” Tanner glances at Mr. Lam. “Do you mind if we sit?”
He purses his pink lips, but leads us to the couch and offers us water. We decline and he seems relieved. I’m sure he’s scrambling to make sense of the situation. A moment ago, he was threatening to call the cops. Now we’re guests of honor.
My eyes trail Mr. Lam’s living room. The walls are bare and the windows have no curt
