Before I could say another word, Fernando pulled me straight into a tight hug.
"I've missed you so much, Abigail," he said, burying his face in my shoulder.
I stiffened for half a second, then tapped him lightly on the head. "You called that girl Ms. Odom, but call me by my first name? Rude."
Nanette was only 25, after all, hardly older than him.
Fernando pulled back, grinning. "Come on, you're not just anyone. We're different."
I raised an eyebrow, teasing. "Different how?"
A dry, teasing voice piped up from beside the car. "Skipping the formalities, huh? Someone's got a little crush."
Fernando whipped his head around and finally spotted Lemuel. "Lemuel!"
He said the name through gritted teeth, which only made the joke land harder.
Lemuel put on a fake, flattered look. "Well, wel
