Chapter 12They were supposed to wait. Stella insisted she hadn’t planned a real party in ages, and she didn’t care if it would only be the three of them. She wanted to do it right. Shane had agreed, but only because he had to go to work and didn’t have to participate in the planning and the decision making process. Lucky helped as much as he always did, but each second dragged on, until he wondered if being visible somehow changed the speed of time. Finally, as Stella was mulling over which wine to order from the liquor store—even though none of them would really drink it—Lucky announced he was going to Shane’s apartment to fetch him.
He didn’t bother knocking on the door when he reached Shane’s apartment. He just drifted through the door. “Shane? Are you decent?”
The sound of the shower
