I frown, slowing down.
And then, right as I’m staring at it, the light clicks off.
I stop and wait.
Which is stupid. I know it’s stupid. It’s 2AM and there are exactly two people in this lodge and one of them is me. But it’s dark and I just woke up from that nightmare and honestly, for now, it’s easier to entertain the possibility that someone broke in through the kitchen than to accept that Layla Foster is lurking in the dark binge eating.
I’m still standing in the hallway entertaining this thought when something rounds the corner and walks directly into me.
A startled yelp leaves whoever it is and I grab hold of them on instinct before they hit the floor.
And then Layla’s scent floods my lungs, confirming my four seconds of doubt, followed immediately by the unmistakable smell of j
