Kelsey leans on the sauna door with a towel over her shoulder, steam curling behind her, and pushes her hair back with one finger. "Ope, look who showed up. Ten minutes in the heat, slugger, and the loser answers a question. Deal?" Hey, slugger. I made a bet with myself that you would text tonight. Do not make me lose it. Dare me something, or let me dare you first.