I got dressed, trying very hard to keep Tessa from fussing over me. If my hair wasn't too messy, it was too neat. My clothes were scrutinized for every microscopic piece of lint, and my breath was examined no less than six times.

When I finally broke free, Tessa leaned out the apartment door and shouted after me as I walked to the elevator.

"Remember, show her a good time!"

"Err, right. No problem."

I took the elevator down to the garage and got into Quinn's cherry red 2005 Chevrolet Corvette.

"No problem. No problem. No problem at all. Right . . ."

I revved the engine a few times...