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My heart stops.

He’s close.

I don't breathe.

Maybe he won’t notice me if I don’t move.

A shadow moves into the kitchen, and then the light comes on.

Roman stands there, his gun raised, pointed directly at me.

I stop breathing.

His expression changes. I catch a flicker of shock before he masks it.

I put my hands up, not knowing what else to do.

“Callie.”

“Hi.”

He lowers the gun.

I smile weakly. “How’s it going?”

His eyes narrow. “You’re in my fucking house.”

“Right.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Reconnaissance?”

His jaw flexes. “Reconnaissance.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Why the hell are you by my fridge?”

“I fell.”

He stares. “You fell.”

I nod. “Trying to escape.”

“How the hell did you get in here?”

Oh, boy. I don’t want to tell him.

For once, I’m speechless, my mind racing.

His brows draw in. “Are you alone?”

“Yes. Unless you count Alibi.”

He looks around. “The dog?”

I nod. “He’s in my car. Watching Scooby.”