22 CAMRYN“So you’re trying to tell me someone broke into your apartment and stole all your bills?” Olivia asks, wide-eyed.
I nod. “Yep.”
Her expression is one of disbelief, but she closes her mouth and stares straight ahead, blinking.
We’re at the gym, walking around the track that’s elevated over the entire workout area below. Before she was a married woman, we used to love this vantage point for scoping out the hot guys below. Now, we just walk.
Well, I still look, because hello, I’m not dead. It’s something to get me through my workout—totally harmless.
“You probably just misplaced them,” Olivia says.
I know that’s not true. They were on my dining table right before . . .
Sterling! If he saw those bills and late notices, I’ll die of embarrassment. I can only imagine what he must
