“You’re here early,” Sierra said, glancing up from the stack of wrapped gifts on her bed. Halfway through shoving them into a large red sack, she stopped and smiled, her dark hair pulled back into a high ponytail. “Did Heather let you in?”
“No,” I said, sliding my hands into the pockets of my suit pants and leaning against her doorframe, my chest lighter than it usually was this time of year. “I got in good with the security guard up front.”
She burst out into a fit of laughter, her cheeks rounding. A warm feeling spread through my chest as I watched her giggle at my little joke because we both knew that the security guard up front would never let me in without her. He hated my guts.
never “Thanks for letting him in, Heather!” she said, glancing behind me.
I looked over my shoulder to
