Rebecca Moore sat on Caleb’s couch like she paid the rent.
Caleb’s voice cut through the room, cold and sharp. “How the hell did you get in here?”
She stood up slowly, brushing her dark hair back, flashing that perfect smile. “Your doorman knows me. I told him I was your girlfriend. Easy.”
“You’re not my girlfriend. You’re nothing to me. Get out.”
“Not yet.” Her eyes flicked to me, then behind me. “We need to talk. All three of us.”
Evan peeked out from behind my legs, rubbing his eyes. “Mama, who is that lady?”
I pulled him close, heart hammering. “Go to the guest room, baby. Lie down. I’ll come get you soon.”
“But Mama—”
“Now, Evan.”
He dragged his feet, glancing back once, scared. The door clicked shut.
I turned on her. “You’ve got thirty seconds before I call the cops.”
Rebe
