This? What exactly did Heather have a problem with? Noah living here or their stakeout mission?
Muffled voices suddenly became clearer and were now directly outside Noah’s door. “I’m really interested. I looked over the vacancies and I’ve put my application forward. Do you think we could talk about the nature of the job? It’s the kind of field I want to move into and if I could get some tips from you, dude, that would be cool.” She held her breath, not daring to move an inch. Matt’s voice struck fear in her bones and she clutched the cell phone tighter, holding onto it like a magic talisman.
The doorknob moved and she heard Noah say something. More laughter followed.
Did Noah get on with him?
“Well?” Heather hissed. Melissa didn’t dare open her mouth. “Melissa!” Heather yelled loudly.
“Shhh,” Melissa whispered, not daring to go any louder. She wasn’t sure if Heather heard or not.
“Thanks, I appreciate it. You let me know when you’re free.” Matt’s voice again, this time further away.
“Go home. I’ll meet you there,” Melissa ordered and then stared at the door with her breath stuck in her throat. It opened slowly.
“Give me a couple of days and we can sort something out.” Noah faced out and gave a wave and a false laugh.
Then he walked in and closed the door behind him. Turning his head in her direction he stared at her like a man who needed answers yesterday.