Chapter TwelvePaige
“You better be dead or dying.” I pulled open the door with a huff.
Allie was standing at my front door, her fist still poised for pounding. If she only knew what she’d interrupted, what was going on inside the bedroom a mere twenty feet away . . .
What the hell? Hot shame burned through me at the sight of Allie’s bright red face, streaked with tears and the remnants of her mascara.
“Oh God, Al. What’s going on?” I pulled her inside, and she practically launched herself into my arms with a broken sob.
It took several minutes of coaxing the words out of her, waiting patiently as she gulped and hiccupped, to understand that she’d had a fight with James.
I led her to the couch and told her to sit while I grabbed a box of tissues. It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the who
