Page 41 of The Spy Who Ghosted Me

“That and more,” I hated to tell her.

“Do you need help sneaking into his room?” Sabrina asked.

I hated asking her, but if she were involved, it would make it easier and less suspicious. “Would you mind helping?”

“I’ll do whatever it takes to save my sister.”

“Including kissing me?”

She nibbled on her pouty lip. “I guess it’s a sacrifice I have to make.”

“I appreciate your sacrifice.”

She offered me a small smile. “I bet you do.”

She had no idea.

We were at her cottage well before I wished. I didn’t want to say good night to her—not to say I wouldn’t be keeping an eye on her.

Sabrina stared apprehensively at the darkened cottage. “It looks like Mia is still out with Drew.”

“Would you like some company?”

“Um ... I don’t know. Maybe. It’s just that I hate being alone right now, knowing that a murderer,” she whispered, “is running around. And last night Mia didn’t come home. Well, she did, but not until like three this morning. I could hardly sleep. Anyway, I’m rambling.” She blushed. “I could go stay with my parents, but Soren is staying there, and people would think maybe we had a fight if I slept there. I don’t want to make anyone suspicious.”

“So, what you’re saying is you want company?” I tried not to smile.

“Yeah,” she breathed out.

“Are you asking me to stay the night?”

“Noooo,” she exaggerated. “I mean, maybe, but on the couch. And totally platonically. Like so, so platonically.”

“Platonically, huh?” That was disappointing, but understandable. “I can do that. But how about you stay in my cabin? I can better protect you there.”

“Then people will think we’re sleeping together.”

I laughed at her logic. “And they won’t if I stay in your cottage?”

“Well, that’s different.”

“How?” I questioned.

“I don’t know.” She giggled. “I guess I’m being ridiculous. But I’m still serious about you keeping your underwear on.”

“Duly noted.” I smirked, happy I didn’t have to spend the night in the bushes watching over her.

“And I’m going to sleep on your couch.”

“If that’s what you want.”

“It is,” she said halfheartedly.

“Okay. Do you want to get an overnight bag?”

“Um ... yeah,” she said nervously. “Wait here.” She dashed off.

I started to follow her in, but my phone buzzed. I knew it was Ivy checking in, so I answered it while carefully watching the cottage, which suddenly lit up as if Sabrina had flipped on every light. “Hello.”

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