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Then, I bring it into the bedroom, where Sapphire already has her bra on.
It’s a pale blue color, and that makes me smile. “Did I tell you my favorite color is blue?”
“Mine too,” she says. “My parents always used to dress me in blue, and Scarlett in red.”
“That’s kind of cute, because of your names.”
She nods. “I think those have always been my parents’ favorite colors, too.”
She takes the towel from me and cleans herself up.
I watch for a second before I realize I should probably be getting dressed, too.
My underwear is torn now, so I just stuff it into my jeans pocket and haul those on.
We get dressed quickly and she puts her phone into her back pocket.
She takes the keys out of her purse and looks at me. “Ready to sneak out of here?”
“As I’ll ever be,” I admit, fingers crossed that we don’t run into Karma.
“Let’s go,” she says, leading the way.
Chapter eighty-seven
Sapphire
We move into the hallway quietly and I listen out for sounds of someone moving around downstairs. I don’t hear anything. It’s definitely well after the kind of time Karma usually gets home now, and I wouldn’t be too surprised if she was out back smoking while we’re creeping toward the front door.
I lead Rueben down the stairs, and my heart jumps into my mouth at the sound of muttered cursing coming from the living room.
“One of these bitches have been touching my shoes again!”
Rueben raises his eyebrows when I glance back at him.
I consider a retreat to the bedroom, but I’m not sure that’s a smart idea either.
Karma thinks Scarlett’s gone to the city to meet a guy.
My sister has done that before without taking her car, so Karma probably thinks she’s already gone.
I don’t want to trap us in Scarlett’s bedroom for God knows how long until Karma goes back out again, whenever that’ll be.
“No, I’m not kidding! These are two-thousand-dollar heels, and they have one of my skanky roommate’s fingerprints all over the velvet!”
“Skanky?” Rueben whispers. “Look who’s talking.”
I smile at the jab.
It sounds like Karma’s on the phone.
We’re probably safe to make a run for it.
“Let’s go,” I mouth, before I make a dash for the door.
Unfortunately, I don’t get there before the living room door opens in front of us.
I take a step back, and the damn floorboard creaks.
