Chapter 42
“I can’t believe you’re not angry with me. I’m angry with me!” He holds the door and we go in. Randy shakes his head. “You’re hopeless, but you’re all right for a girl.”
Whoa! That’s almost a compliment.
I follow Randy to the receptionist’s desk. She is still pretty. And I can’t remember her name to save my life.
Having no reason for a disguise, I’ve stuffed the itchy blonde wig in my backpack and tucked my blue-streaked hair under my ball cap. For the moment, dark glasses still cover my pink eyes.
“Hi, Monica,” Randy says. “This is my friend, Portia. She’s my guest today.”
Monica’s gazes at me. I see recognition in her eyes.
I fake a laugh. “Hi, Monica. Remember me?”
Monica’s face looks pinched. “Isn’t your name Sandy?”
“Nope.”
You must have me mistaken for a really s
