“Someone’s breaking into my house,” I whispered, tiptoeing into my closet.
“Where are you?” he demanded.
“Looking for a place to hide. Right now, I’m in my closet.”
“Okay, don’t move. My guys’ll take care of it, but don’t come out until I get there.”
I slid behind Maria’s chest, moved my long dresses to hide everything as much as I could, and made myself as small as possible. “Okay.”
“I’m gonna hang up, but do not move until I get you.”
“I won’t,” I promised, and hung up.
I don’t know how long I stayed there, curled up in a ball, but my bladder was screaming for relief and I was afraid I’d be stuck there forever.
“Sabrina?” a low, deep voice called.
I didn’t recognize it, so I stayed as quiet as I could. I heard the squeak of my closet door, reminding me I really needed to oil it, but I still said nothing.
“Breezy, it’s Stoney.”
I peeked out of my hiding place and saw motorcycle boots. “I’m here,” I squeaked.
“Come on out, sweetheart.”
“I’m not really dressed. Can you give me a minute, please?”
“Yeah, sure.”
I heard the door close again and unwound my creeky body, grabbing a robe and pulling it on pushing open the door again. He wasn’t in my room, so I took a second to pee, then went looking for him. He was standing in my hallway talking to another man.
I pulled my robe tighter around my body. “Ah...”
“Hey,” Stoney said. “This is Aero.”
I gave him a little wave. “Hi.”
“Aero’s goin’ back outside.”
Aero grinned. “Right. Nice to meet ya, Sabrina.”
“You too,” I said, and Aero walked away.
“Your family room window’s busted,” Stoney said.
“Did you catch the person?”
“Yeah.”
I put my hand to my chest. “Oh my god, who?”
“Don’t know yet. We’ll deal with it.”
“I should call my brother.”
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t,” he said. But it was a demand, more so than a request.
“He’s going to want to talk to them.”
