No, I told myself. I wouldn’t be caught. In my mind’s eye I could see myself getting the beers. I crept closer, watched my hand reaching for the refrigerator door, felt cool metal as my fingers closed around the handle. I wouldn’t get caught. I wouldn’t…
From the dining room came that sound again, half cough, half clearing the throat. With a voice steeped in gravel, Mr. Pierce spoke. “So you owe me what, three hundred?”
My hand froze on the handle. Oh f**k. He wasn’t alone.
I heard another sound, something sexy, a mingle between a laugh and a moan. “Three fifty. Don’t round it down just because you’re hard for me.”
The words drew me closer. They belonged to RC, Mr. Pierce’s friend who had talked to me earlier. Without conscious thought, I relaxed my grip on the handle of the fridge and
