Chapter Seven
I wake to my blaring alarm, roll over, and slap the snooze button. It’s nine a.m., two weeks since Jenny’s first day back at Fission and our first full day off together. Jenny’s scheduled to meet with her orthopedic surgeon in an hour, and Chase and I are meeting for breakfast. I roll out of bed and stumble into the bathroom.
Before I strip down to take my shower, I search every nook and cranny of the room to make sure that there are no hidden cameras. This has become my normal routine when I’m alone in the apartment. We haven’t seen any signs that Robbs has been in the house, but I don’t want to take any chances. I still haven’t told anyone that he’d watched me in New York. I think that in some ways keeping the information to myself makes it less real, and I don’t want to
