They didn’t have long to wait before an attractive woman their own age approached at a fast clip from the direction of Starbucks. In her hands she carried one of those disposable beverage trays; it held five plastic smoothie containers, one in each slot and one balanced between the other four. Three of the smoothies were the caramel color of Frappuccinos, while the smaller two were pink and white, obviously strawberry. All five were topped generously with whipped cream.
As she came closer, Preston noticed the similarities between her and Cam. Her rich, auburn hair was a much darker shade, more brown than red, but they had the same freckled skin, the same honey eyes, even the same dimpled cheeks when they smiled. Her hair was cut short, like Cam’s, but on her, the blunt trim only accentuat
