I drop the tongs in the trash with my heartbeat thudding in my throat and then make a slow, slow, agonizingly slow turn towards the front door. Should I go answer it or should I just ignore it?
Knock-knock-knock. Whoever it is that’s here does not have patience as one of their virtues.
“f**k,” I hiss under my breath.
I take another deep breath and head towards my front door, all the while hoping that, no matter what happens, I get to keep all my fingers where they are.
She practically ran out of my house.
The plan was not to stand there and watch her go. But it was harder than I expected not to watch for peeks of Alyssa’s skin amidst the torn flaps of her leggings.
I didn’t know women like her still existed. That innocent? That feisty? A dying breed, for sure.
But she’s just a few h
