My brow shoots up. “How—” I stop. “Never mind. I don’t want to know. You probably stalked me or something.”
He shrugs. I groan.
“Well?” I finally sigh. “Howdidyou know that?”
“Stalked you.”
I giggle as he hands me my coffee.
“Make yourself at home. Your clothes from last night are cleaned and over there.” He points to a hanger on the back of the bathroom door. “Stay as long as you like. Sabine is around if you need anything.”
I startle. “Sabine?”
“Yes.”
Great.
A knock at the guest room door startles me.
“Come in,” Vaughn grunts.
“Vaughn!” I hiss, yanking the covers back from him and tugging them up to my chin just as the door opens.
Sabine rolls in, her eyes filled with their usual Arctic frost as they land on me.
“Morning,” I mumble.
“Good afternoon,” she smiles venomously back at me.
“We solved the mystery, by the way,” Vaughn says, standing up.
“Mystery?”
“Her text to you the other night,” he growls. “Sabine’s phone fell out of her bag when she was on her way to the theater to come get me for that board meeting. It was handed in to campus security the next morning, but there’s a gap of a few hours when it was out of her hands.”
“We assume that’s when the man who attacked you, or someone working for him, used my phone to lure you out of the theater,” Sabine says coolly.
I don’t say anything.
Vaughn turns to me, and I can feel my face heat as he bends down.
Holy shit.
My heart pounds as he leans closer.
He's seriously going to kiss me.
Then he does.
On the top of my head.
I smile tightly as he pulls away. “Anything you need, just ask Sabine,” he murmurs. “And text me any time.”
I nod as he turns and heads for the door.
“Be nice,” he says, arching a brow at Sabine.
She grins. “I’m always nice.”
