HER POV
The knock hit like a gunshot.
Three sharp raps. Not a neighbor.
Authority.
Sean didn’t flinch.
He didn’t even look at me.
He just nodded once—slow, deliberate—and slipped into the other room.
Gone like a shadow. Like he was never real at all.
But he left the front door to me.
I padded to it barefoot, still in his shirt—too long for me, unbuttoned just enough to hint at heat.
I checked the peephole.
Cop.
Tall. Stern. White shirt with an embroidered badge. And behind him… a woman. Civilian clothes.
Detective, probably.
I took a breath.
This was it.
I unlocked the door.
Cracked it open.
They both stiffened at the sight of me.
Hair messy. Lips puffy. Skin flushed.
I looked like a girl who had just been f****d senseless.
“Hi,” I said softly. “Can I help you?”
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