Zoe’s POV
“Where is it, Ryan?” I demanded, throwing everything out off the floor in the small closet in our tiny one-bedroom apartment onto the floor.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” He replied casually, scrolling through his phone.
I spun around, glaring daggers at him, “I’m talking about the coffee can I stored my tips in, the one I keep my underwear draw. It was there when I went to sleep last night, and now it’s gone.”
“How would I know?” He growled, “I had a few acquaintances around today. Maybe one of them took it.”
I rolled my eyes at him, moving to his draws, opening each of them and rifling through them. “Sure, because some random person is going to know exactly where I keep my savings.”
I watched as he tensed slightly when I made my way to his laundry basket of d
