A moment later, Lance came out of the shower, looking delicious with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Within minutes, he emerged from the bedroom dressed in an impeccable gray Armani suit with a crisp white shirt, open at the neck. He looked spectacular. "Ready?"

"You're going with me?" I asked, taking another sip of my cold coffee.

"Yes, if that's okay," he replied, crossing the room to me. "I'd like to hear what Ambrosia has to say."

I nodded, putting ...