I open the door to find Sofia standing on my steps in a long beige trench coat, clutching her purse to her chest, doing her best not to look terrified.

“What are you?” I ask. “Some kind of detective?”

“No.” She frowns adorably. “It’s my Desperate Housewives look. At least that’s what I was going for.”

“Ah.” I nod. “So that must mean there’s something quite sexy underneath there.”

“Well…I guess that will be up to you to decide.”

Damn, she’s cute. Cute and sexy. I can tell she tried hard to follow my commands, but this is a girl who doesn’t have a dresser full of Victoria’s Secret lingerie...