Page 152 of Burning For You

“Um, is this Skye? Skye Lancaster?”

She gulped, barely able to get her throat to push the air down.

Her heart was thumping so loud it felt like roaring in her ears.

It was a woman’s voice. She had to remind herself of that.

Were they that wrong all along?

“Yes, it is,” she answered, hating that her voice was shaking.

“Oh, thank God,” the voice on the other end said, relief coming through.

“Who is this?”

“I’m so sorry. It’s Sara. Sean’s girlfriend. Can we talk? Do you have a minute to come down?”

“Yeah. Sure. Is Sean okay?”

“I think so. I don’t know. I’ll explain when you come down. I promise.”

Sara sounded as if she was going to cry, so Skye went to the door, down the stairs and opened the glass one to let her in. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah. I am. I’m sorry. Have you talked to Sean lately?”

“Not since the Monday before Thanksgiving,” she said. “What’s that, like ten days ago? Is he missing or something?”

“No, no, nothing like that,” Sara said.

“Come up. It’s cold.”

“I don’t want to bother you with my problems.”

“It’s not a bother. Really, it’s not.”

She liked Sara, was happy her brother found someone. If she could help with anything, she’d try, even if she and Sean weren’t that close.

Maybe they would be someday.

“I’m sorry to just drop in like this.”

“How did you know where I live?” she asked.

Now she was starting to think it wasn’t so smart to invite Sara up.

She didn’t know much about this woman that she’d met only once.

It wasn’t as if she gave her address out to anyone.

“I found your address at home. In a drawer.”

“What?” she asked. “Did it have my name on it?”

“No. There wasn’t any name on it.”

“I guess I told Sean where I lived.”

She couldn’t remember if she gave her exact apartment number, but anyone could walk by the building at that point and find her by her name on the mailboxes.