It was inevitable we ended up downstairs in my apartment, Crew with a beer in one hand, me pondering the uncomfortable quiet that he settled in when I told him about Mila's snooping. He examined the note before sighing and setting it aside.

"I'm going to have to talk to her," he said.

I nodded. "I know." Why did I feel protective of her, anyway? She'd stalked Willow mercilessly, though I'd felt sorry for Mila since we'd met and despite her following the star ...