CHAPTER THREE
SYDNEY
The pounding on my front door makes my heart jump like it’s just been zapped with an AED. I can’t say I’m not panicking, because I am f*****g panicking. I don’t want to answer the door, but he knows I’m home.
Holy hell, does he know.
I didn’t leave both the curtains and window open on purpose. Unless I did subconsciously. Maybe deep down inside I wanted him to watch me.
But I certainly didn’t expect him to show up at my front door to confront me. I snag my black satin robe off the back of the bathroom door and wrap it around me, pulling the sash tight.
I don’t know if I should go downstairs and answer it, or hide and hope he goes away until we both forget about what just happened.
As the pounding continues, I realize he won’t forget anything at all. And neither
