Kimmy
“Hey, Kim. You’re going to want to use the underground parking today.”
“But why? The valet down there is a creep, and he always smells like he hasn’t washed his ass in weeks.”
“What are you talking about? Wait, we’ll deal with that later; the media is here,” Xander advised.
“Okay, what does that have to do with me?”
“They’re here for you. Everyone wants pictures and an interview with Lennon Harrington’s fiancé, the woman who reformed his womanizing ways.”
“I don’t do interviews, especially not about this. We don’t even fully know what we are, other than mates, so I don’t have anything to tell those vultures,” I replied.
“Exactly. So, you either use underground parking like I told you to and deal with a little body odor, or you use the parking lot and
