~Samantha Lee~

"Sam, are you in there?"

"Shit," I hissed, scrambling out the bed, I fumbled for the silk robe I'd left on my desk chair, yanking it on and tying the sash tight.

"What's going on?" Tyler mumbled, propping himself up on his elbows.

"It's Claire," I whispered, my heart hammering against my ribs. "She's outside my door. You need to get dressed now."

He was off the bed in a flash as he scooped his jeans and t-shirt from the floor where they'd been discarded hours ago. He ducked ...