Chapter 3: A Change Will Do Her Good
Shanaya slept until noon, her body sodden with exhaustion from the events of the night (and morning) before. When she woke, it was to see Gene sitting at her vanity and perusing her cell phone, flicking through the pictures as if he had every right to do so.
“Oh, gurl,” he said, as she levered herself to one elbow, squinting in the bright June sunshine. “Do you ever have it bad.” He waved the phone at her, ignoring her irritated swipe. “Do you know that something like seventy percent of the pics on this thing are of Allison? That’s just embarrassing.”
“Give me that,” she snapped, snatching the phone out of Gene’s hand. “It’s mine. And how did you get past the pass code, anyway?”
He bowed mockingly. “Genie, remember?”
She scowled at him grumpily. “I
