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“Everything’s fine,” I whispered. “Not a single boot is out of place.”

“Oh, thank God! I mean, I’m glad you’re okay, too, but talk about a heart attack.”

Shutting her door quietly, I moved down the hall to the bathroom.

“Don’t you think you should leave now? I mean, now that we know my boots are safe and secure.”

“I haven’t checked my room.”

“Yeah, but honestly, what do you have that could be damaged in any way?”

“Thanks, Cheyenne.”

Pushing the bathroom door open, my heart kicked up a notch when I realized I was going to have to look in the shower all on my own.

“I need a weapon,” I hissed.

“Why? Is someone there? Protect my boots!”

Ignoring her, I backpedaled to the kitchen and grabbed a steak knife. “Okay, I’m going in.”

“Going in where? Bailes, get out of there!”

“Bailes? Seriously?”

“Jeff said it and I liked the sound of it. Now, would you get out of there?”

“I’m going to check the shower.”

“Ooh! Good idea. I just got a full liter of that new shampoo and conditioner.”

“Seriously?” I snarled.

“What? They were like…a hundred bucks a piece!”

“For hair products?”

“Hey, you don’t get hair like mine without spending a little money.”

I didn’t exactly agree. I spent about half that and loved the way my hair looked.

The idea of ripping back the shower curtain scared the crap out of me, but I wasn’t some girly girl who couldn’t handle an intruder. Then again, an intruder probably would have heard me talking and would have charged me.

Laughing to myself, I knew the whole thing was ridiculous. There was no one here. There couldn’t be. They wouldn’t hide in a shower.

With my nerves settled, I tore back the curtain, relieved when all was intact.

“Well? How are my hair products? I swear to God, I will open a can of whoop-ass on whoever broke in!”

“Everything’s fine,” I sighed, pulling the curtain closed.

“Right. So, we’re good.”

“No, I still need to check my room.”

“You know, it strikes me as odd that you’re on the phone with me. Shouldn’t you have both hands free to fight off an attacker?”

“There is no attacker. I’m alone.”