Alex's POV
I paced back and forth in my tiny apartment, running my hands through my hair for what felt like the millionth time. My stomach churned like I'd eaten a bad burrito. Which, come to think of it, I probably had. Stress eating and all that.
"You can do this, Alex," I muttered to myself, trying to sound braver than I felt. "Just play it cool. No big deal. Just lying to the most dangerous woman in the pack. What could go wrong?"
A sharp knock at the door made me jump about ten feet in the air. Smooth, Alex. Real smooth.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the door. Kimberly stood there, looking like she'd just stepped off a magazine cover. How did she always manage to look so perfect? It wasn't fair.
"Well?" she demanded, pushing past me into the apartment. "What did you find out?"
