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“Careful,” Doc reprimands.
“You scared me. How did you get in?” I glare up at him from my place on the wooden floor.
“The front door.”
“I locked it,” I whisper.
“Apparently not.”
My heart thuds.
“You find something to wear?” he asks, gesturing to the large trunk.
Blinking, I stare at him for a minute.
I did lock it, didn’t I?
Silently, I lift the white onesie.
“A snowman?” He smiles.
“I went to a party a couple of years ago, and the theme wasFrozen.”
“Olaf!”
Well, Riley approves. I turn to her dad.
“The best I can do on short notice.”
“It’s perfect. Riley and I will wait in the living room.”
As soon as they’re out of sight, my smile drops.
I locked that door.
Didn’t I?
CHAPTER TWO
Shelby
“Shelby, look what I got.”
Riley runs from the house to the end of the path, joining me on the sidewalk.
Peering into the open tote bag, I grin. “Nice!”
“Next one!” She directs us, running ahead.
“This is fun. Thank you for the invite.”
“It is.” Doc nods. “So is the sugar high. When she comes down off it, not so much.”
“Sounds like a late night for you.” I chuckle.
“And you. Your friends are coming over,” he reminds me.
“Right.”
