WHITNEY

“It was a narrow escape,” I breathed heavily as I got into the car, tossing my purse into the backseat. “Xander almost caught me— almost caught us. He kept asking questions.”

I heard Josh scoff, his hands moving the steering wheel before I could shut the door.

He was obviously not as bothered as I was. Not even half as stressed. Meanwhile, I was losing my sanity trying to keep things hidden.

I was running out of lies, words, and absolutely everything to clear my tracks. ...