ISABELLE
The hot water had done nothing to calm my racing thoughts.
I stood in Sage’s guest bathroom, staring at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror, trying to process what tomorrow meant. Tomorrow was the kick-off of my trail moment with Matt. Sleeping in his bed. Existing in his space for the weekend and an extra two days if he impresses me.
The thought sent equal parts excitement and terror through me.
I wrapped a towel around myself—one of Sage’s decorative hand towels that was far too small to be practical—and padded back into the bedroom, my skin still damp, my hair dripping water down my back.
That’s when I heard it.
My phone, buzzing insistently on the nightstand.
I grabbed it quickly, not wanting the noise to wake Sage down the hall.
Unknown number.
My finger hovered ov
