Hayden’s Villa
The doorbell rang. Hilda, still in her nightwear, walked down the stairs, her eyes still heavy from sleep. The sleep cleared from her eyes when she saw who was waiting outside.
Her breath hitched with eyes wide open. “Kennedy?”
When they spoke on the phone earlier, Hilda told him Hayden hadn't been with around for a few days now, and she couldn’t leave the villa because she wanted to see him when he got back, so she couldn't go over to his place. And so Kennedy came instead.
Before Hilda could think, his hand brushed hers, she grabbed his arm, dragging him inside and locking the door behind them.
“What are you doing here?” she hissed. “What if Hayden comes back any minute?”
Kennedy grinned. “Babe, calm down.” His voice was low and coaxing, the kind that used to weaken
