My hair was unruly and the humidity had doubled the amount of blonde curls I usually dealt with. Back home in the dry desert air, I sported an ugly wave, but I had to admit the curls induced by humidity made me feel pretty. I grabbed a silver headband and slipped it into place. My hand had just closed around my tube of mascara when a staccato knocking sounded on the door. Malia hadn’t been joking when she said Jon was on his way.
What to do? I wanted to touch up my makeup, but I needed to find my sandals too. I thought about hollering “just a minute,” but I didn’t want to leave him standing awkwardly in the hall. Leaning close to the mirror, I swiped on my mascara and then hurried to the door.
When I pulled it open, Jon stepped back. “Wow, you look amazing.”
Tingling warmth swept up the
