"Mom?" Michael's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. "Who is this guy? And why does he look like me?"
"Yes, Bailey." Zack's voice was hard and edged with barely controlled anger. "Who am I? And who is this?"
Bailey wished the floor would open up and she could disappear. This was not at all the way she had planned for this to happen.
People were walking in the little hallway, staring at them. And then Warren Blake came back to see where she was and what was holding her up.
"Everything okay, Bailey? I was looking for you two in the bar." He looked from Michael to Zack and back again. "Michael, I see you got here okay. That's great. Sorry you missed dinner."
"Yeah, thanks for telling me about it." But his words were laced with resentment.
"Can I help you with anything, Bailey?"
She sho
