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scatter. “Yeah. That sums it up. Call your friend.” He gave her a helpless look. “Sorry, but I need to change out of these wet clothes. Good luck.”

“Thanks,” she muttered. What the hell was this? Was Hugh some kind of pathological homeless house sitter? She pressed his number on her phone.

No answer.

Probably best. She needed a moment to gather her thoughts. It could very well be that the wet neighbor was a lunatic.

She began typing.

Hey, babe. I waited for fifteen minutes, but I’m guessing you were delayed by the rain. Text me when you’re here and we can meet up. xo

Before she left, she snapped a photo of the apartment door. There was no decipherable reason for it, but her instincts were leading her, and she wasn’t one to ignore her gut.

As she rode down to the lobby, her eyes landed on the elevator buttons. The “P” glared at her. Why didn’t Hugh ever park in the structure? She’d asked once, and he’d told her he made a habit of avoiding underground parking structures because of earthquakes. An adorable quirk, she had thought when he’d explained it to her. But was it a lie?

Strike two against Hugh. The lie last night and now this. Sylvia’s pulse quickened.

There could be a perfectly logical explanation for all of this, she reassured herself. So what if Hugh was house-sitting? It wasn’t like that was a crime.

But what if she hadn’t looked at him carefully enough, given him enough credit? What if the guileless demeanor was an act?

She ducked her head as she darted into the rain. Her car was half a block away, and by the time she reached it, she was wet, though not as drippy as the man. Would it be worthwhile to sit in her car and watch for Hugh’s arrival?

Hell no. Her time was more valuable than that. She would hit the grocery store and pick up something for dinner. Keep busy. Waiting and watching for him would only dredge up bad memories. An image of herself as a child, her face pressed to the window, flickered and waved in her mind. Remember me? Do you see me here? I’m waiting, waiting, waiting. The word echoed in her mind, but she quickly extinguished the memory. That was the past. Never again would she wait as fear scratched her to shreds. She’d rather tear out her own heart and scatter the broken bits.

CHAPTER SIX

Water dripped from Riki’s hair as she tromped to her room to change out of her wet clothes. She wondered how it would feel to be the kind of person who didn’t care that Brandon was married. Because if she was being honest, she wished she could be the one who was peeling his coat from him and soaping him up in the shower, the way she had imagined Embry doing. She closed her eyes and pictured the way his mouth had curved into a smile when he’d said, Twirl, girl! Jeez, he was hot. And it was obvious he liked her. Not in a cheat-on-his-wife way, her brain rushed to add. Her eyes snapped open. She couldn’t be part of that. Ever. And he didn’t seem like a cheater. But it felt really good to know that he thought she was cool enough to dance with in the rain. That maybe in another world where Embry didn’t exist, he would ask Riki out.

Ugh! That was a horrible thought. She tugged off her shoes and tossed them to the floor. Embry was an amazing friend. The best. When Riki had moved in nine months ago, Embry had been like a ray of sunshine, stopping by with honey pops—homemade candies in the shape of beehives fitted on lollipop sticks—and a bottle of wine. She was sweet and funny and honest. And not someone she would betray.

She left her clothes in a pile on the floor and headed for the shower. Once she was scrubbed to a shine, she dried off with a fresh towel and put on her comfy flannel pajama bottoms and an oversize sweatshirt. The flannel was smooth against her legs—so much softer than the stiff jeans she’d worn all day with her pretty pink shirt. He’d really said that.

This wasn’t easy. Maybe she could ask Chris to come over. He’d mentioned going out, but hitting a bar on a rainy night wasn’t on her top-ten list of fun things to do. She turned on the TV for company as she headed to the kitchen. Before