ance tapped the beat of A Chorus Line
’s “What I Did for Love” on Allie’s bedroom door. “Hi, it’s me!”
“Come in, you!” She opened the door in a jean skirt, adjusting her bra. Ambushed by her cleavage, Lance slapped a hand over his eyes.
“Oh, come on!” she giggled, holding up a tie-dyed T-shirt. “Help me decide! Should I go with the—”
He peeked through his fingers and cut her off: “No way!”
She lifted a zebra-stripe blouse. “How about the—”