Polly lifted a shoulder. “I love her, but I wish she’d make smarter choices. It’s like when men are around, they’re all she sees and they always come first.”
“You come first, Polly.”
She scoffed. “I don’t think that’s ever been true.”
Maggie slipped a piece of hair behind Polly’s ear. “You know this is why we’re best friends, right? We bond over our trauma.”
“Almost makes the trauma worth it. I’m glad I have you.”
“Me too. Go back to sleep. I’m sorry I woke you.”
“Want to sleep in here?”
“With how much you roll around? Absolutely not.”
Polly laughed, because she knew it was true. The last time they’d shared a bed, Maggie had woken with her best friend half on top of her and Polly’s cheek on her chest. At least her breath had smelled okay.
“Did you find out who that woman with Ethan was?” Polly asked, as Maggie sat up.
Her skin prickled. “A friend from the military. She was their intelligence specialist or something.”
“I told you she looked badass.” There was a small pause. “You know you have nothing to worry about, right? She could be the princess of Genovia and she’d have nothing on you.”
“You know Genovia’s a made-up country inThe Princess Diaries, right?”
“My statement stands.”
Maggie chuckled before leaning over and kissing her friend on the forehead. “Sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.”
When she stepped back into the bedroom, she crossed over to her bed and was about to climb beneath the covers when a tapping sounded at the window.
She froze, fear mounting in her chest.
What was that?Whowas that? The person who’d been inside her apartment?
She shook her head. No. That was a stupid thought. They wouldn’t knock—they’d just break in.
After a quick scan of the room, she grabbed a pointed nail file from her dresser and inched toward the window. As weapons went, it wasn’t ideal, but it was better than nothing.
A jiggle sounded, like the person was trying to open the window.
Shit.
She wrapped her fingers around the edge of the curtain and took a deep breath before peeking out.
Air rushed from her lungs. “Ethan?”
The file dropped from her fingers, and she opened the curtains and unlocked the window.
He opened it from outside and pulled himself up and into the room.
“What are you doing here?” She wasn’t sure why she was whispering. Probably because it was late and she didn’t want to wake Polly a second time.
Ethan closed and locked the window. Once the curtains were drawn, he turned to her. “I texted you. Sorry, I wasn’t sure if you were asleep.”
“I haven’t checked my phone, but I wasn’t asleep.” She breathed him in. He smelled of forest and the kind of dampness that clung to your clothes after a walk by the river. “Did you find the woman?”
“Yeah.”
