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“If I can just?—”
Home.
I just need to get home.
Chapter Forty-Eight
ALLEY
PRESENT DAY
The front door slams,jolting me awake. A second later, there’s clattering.
My body bolts upright, heart racing.
What the hell?
I look over at Jensen’s side of the bed. It’s empty.
I press my palm flat to my chest.Oh, thank God.It’s just him. He’s home. I take a few deep breaths, trying to slow my pulse.It’s just Jensen.
There’s a loud bang, followed by a “Shit.”
Of course he’s messed up.Great.
“No. You be quiet!” Jensen whisper-shouts.
My body stills—frozen in place.
Did he… bring someone here?
Goosebumps crawl up my arms, and the hair on the back of my neck stands straight.
“Just go away!”
Why would he bring someone to our home at?—
I grab my phone. It’s 1:26 a.m. Something about this feelsvery… creepy.
I get out of bed and move slowly toward the door. I make my way down the hallway, each step deliberate and quiet, ears straining to hear who he’s talking to.
“You saw her?” he says.
I stop again—cold.
Saw her? Who?
“Fucking liar.”
I round the corner, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. My gaze lands on Jensen, then scans the rest of the kitchen and living room.
No one else is here.
A barstool lies on its side a few feet from the counter. That must’ve been the noise. Jensen’s leaning over the counter, staring down at his phone.
I let myself relax a little. He must’ve been on a call. But still, it’s 1:30 in the morning.
“Hey,” I say.
