*Shelby*

“Of course. I'll just need to get dressed before we go,” I said, turning from the two FBI agents and heading back into my room.

My head was spinning, trying to understand why I had two FBI agents in my living room. The only explanation that made sense had to do with Blaine.

I slipped on the first outfit I found in my closet and ran a brush through my unruly hair. I silently kicked myself for going to sleep with it still ...