8
“The light turned off,” Caleb said, nudging me from my comfortable stupor.
I unwound myself from his arms. We had been sitting on the bench for over an hour, waiting for some sign that Jessica was in unit ten. Well, that wasn’t all we were doing. There had been mind-numbing kisses and roaming hands. But most recently, we were cuddled together, watching the window.
“Do you think the boyfriend went to bed?” I asked.
“I doubt it. Let’s head to the front. I bet he’s heading out.”
Caleb and I hurried to the front door. We rounded the corner just as Catarina strutted out.
“Cat?” Caleb called.
She turned in our direction. Her eyes brightened when she saw Caleb and then darkened when she spotted me a step behind.
“Hello, Caleb,” she drawled with bedroom eyes. “I’ve missed you at Lost Cit
