'Meet me at the restaurant at 7.'

I stared down at Fletcher’s text with pure excitement. I’d spent the morning with Bree, picking out wallpaper and which wall I could use as a giant canvas.

The day had only gotten better by the minute. Despite the fear in the back of my head regarding the night before.

I knew the Hines family had enemies. What Mafia family didn’t have an enemy or two? But it’d been frightening to hear the alarms go off around me.

“This is ...