The bedroom door began to open, and Ethan’s heart nearly stopped.
Riley’s sister stared at the entrance, unable to move. She had only seconds to act, and if Riley walked in and found him standing there, there would be no convincing explanation for their closeness.
“Quickly,” she whispered.
Before Ethan could respond, she grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the bed.
“What are you doing?” he whispered.
“Get under there!”
He looked at her in disbelief, but another sound from the door made him move. He dropped to his knees and slipped beneath the bed just as the door swung wider.
The space was uncomfortable, and dust tickled his nose. He pressed himself farther back, trying to keep his breathing quiet.
Above him, he heard the door close.
Then Riley’s voice filled the room. “Is there
