"Well, well, well. Lookie what we have here, will you?" Kenzie was ready to captivate in a pair of dangerously short denim cutoffs that were rolled up even higher and a pink tank top with the telltale sign of a bikini strap tied around her neck. Overhead, the blazing sun roasted her like caramelized vegetables in an oven. After pulling the elastic band from her obsidian-black tresses and shaking them free, Kenzie lowered her oversized sunglasses and regarded Lindsay as the eighteen-year-old, scuffing her shoe, meandered on to the back porch. "You're up early, girl."
It may have only been ten o'clock, but the temperature was ninety-four degrees, and the forecast called for it to reach triple digits by noontime. Prepared, Kenzie sipped an ice-cold bottled water and nibbled on a protein bar.
