“Lenore? Why are you climbing through the window? And where in heaven’s name are your clothes?” I looked up with wide eyes at my mother standing in the doorway. She looked completely shocked as she stared at me, her keys still in the lock of my apartment door.
“I-I couldn’t sleep?” I offered, blushing hard. Shutting the window behind me, I locked it. Hopefully, Jake would take the hint and have the sense not to tap on it.
“Which of my questions does that answer?” Mom replied, raising one of her perfect eyebrows. She also entered the room, taking her keys out of the lock. She carried three bags. I stood there in Jake’s clothes with bare legs and feet, and not a single good excuse or explanation popped into my head.
“Sorry. I just… I was… um…”
“Come here, let me get a look at you,” she
