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Rocky and Archer were sitting in the common area of the hotel room when his phone rang. He didn’t expect to hear from Nikki again and was surprised to see her name on his screen.
“Hey, babe. Miss me already?” he joked with her.
“Rocky?” she said.
Immediately, he was on his feet. She sounded small and scared, two words he hadn’t yet thought of when it came to Nikki. “What happened? Are you okay? Sly? What’s wrong?”
“Someone was in my apartment,” she said. “Left... bed… scared.” Her sentence was broken up by soft sobs.
“I’m on my way,” Rocky said. “Stay on the phone with me.”
He turned to Archer, whose face was hard as steel. “What happened?”
“She said someone was in her apartment. They left something in her bed,” Rocky whispered, turning the phone away from his face to talk to Ar
