Page 69 of Vanilla and Vice

“I’m so sorry to do this to you, Luke, but is there any way you can get someone to cover your shift so you can come over? I hear something upstairs, and I’ve totally freaked myself out. Kennedy’s out of town, and I’m here alone.”

The line went quiet for a bit before I heard some shuffling. Finally, Luke’s voice sounded again.

“What’s your address?”

Quickly, I fired off Aunt Kennedy’s address.

“Okay. I’m on my way. Sit tight.”

Relief rushed over me.

“Thank you so much, Luke.”

When I disconnected the call this time, I went to the corner of the kitchen, grabbed a large knife from the holder, and waited for Luke. If someone was upstairs, they might come downstairs, and when they did, I would be ready.

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