Paranoid? Maybe. But after everything that had gone down, my internal threat radar was permanently set to DEFCON 1.
I checked the peephole.
You've got to be kidding me.
I turned right back around and returned to my sauce like I hadn't heard a damn thing.
Ah. So that's why Amara's resignation had been so drama-free. She'd already booked a one-way ticket back to London.
Although...hadn't Sawyer mentioned she used to live here?
If so, why didn't she have keys?
The doorbell rang again. And again.
Persistent little queen, isn't she?
I kept stirring the sauce.
If someone else wanted to play concierge at midnight, be my guest.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, I heard footsteps on the stairs. Hesitant, slow.
And Sawyer's voice, floating faintly down the hall.
"Miss Amara…"
Then came
