When he opens his door, a gush of cold air whooshes into the hall. So much cold air Alisha feels like it’s blown her hair back in an icy blast, although she’s sure that hasn’t really happened. That’s the sort of thing you’d see in a gum commercial, not in real life.
“You have air conditioning?” Alisha mewls.
“Sure,” he says. “Don’t you?”
“My wife doesn’t believe in it.”
Oops. There. She came out without meaning to.
“I think I would die without it,” he says.
“I think I almost did. Can I come in for a sec? Would that be okay?”
He hesitates. Why is he hesitating? He’s a guy. He’s got nothing to worry about. Now Alisha, on the other hand... if Raya knew she was inviting herself into a stranger’s apartment, she’d be in a world of trouble.
But Alisha knows this guy’s okay. She g
