Lennon sighs and musters a smile. “Just peachy. Would you know any celebrity tombstone makers by any chance?”

Zenith sighs softly and positions better. She smiles, blushing furiously when she remembers what she’d said, glad he didn’t catch it. [i]’Maybe it was a fluke,’[/i] she tries to convince herself. [i]’But was it really?’[/i]