I hear muttering in the background and Monroe’s deep voice comes on the phone. “Where are you?”
“I’m up in my bedroom.”
“And what makes you think that someone’s been in your house?”
“A few things. I closed my bedroom door this morning and it’s open now. And one of my drawers is open and I know it wasn’t this morning.”
“How do you know that?”
“It’s not the kind of thing I wear to work.”
“What does that even mean?” he huffs.
My cheeks flush, my lips open and then tighten. There’s no way I want to tell him that’s the drawer I keep my sexy lingerie in.
I hear Fee in the background. “Oh….” he says and I flush crimson red.
“Can you get downstairs and out the door?”
“Ummm. I don’t know.”
“How about going in the bathroom and locking the door? I’ll be there in fifteen minutes tops.”
“Okay,” I huff.
And then I hang up, jogging over to the bathroom door and closing it behind me, turning the lock.
Then I back up until I’m as far away from it as I can get, studying it like it’s a bomb about to go off.
It’s so damn quiet.
Until it isn’t. Just a whisper of sound. A faint shadow under the door and the old-fashioned crystal knob jingles.
I suck in a slow, shallow breath, my eyes widening. I don’t move even though my fight or flight reflexes are pinging like crazy and I want to move more than I’ve ever wanted to do anything in my life.
I bite my lip when a faint creak from a floorboard heads out of the room and breathe deep, fighting the swimming feeling in my head.
It feels like ages but it’s probably only a few minutes when a door flies open downstairs and someone runs up the stairs, hollering, “It’s me, Harper! You can come out now!”
I barely make it out the door before Fee wraps her arms around my shaking shoulders.
“You can’t stay here, angel. That guy broke the lock on your back door. That’s how he got in.”
“I’ll get a locksmith out here. That person is not driving me out of my own home.”
Fee glares at me. “You’re crazy!”
“This is my home. I’m not letting some random burglar scare me out of it.”
“That’s no random burglar. He was back in that drawer when you were locked tight in that bathroom.”
My eyes narrow and I nausea curls up my belly like a butterfly landing in it and shaking itself off. “He took my underwear.”
“He did.”
That’s when I realize that I’ve been talking to Darius and he’s here. “What are you doing here?”
“Well, I was talking to Monroe about how we’re going to get that wall down tomorrow and you called. There was no way I was going back to the hotel when you were in trouble! I’m not an asshole.”
