We dodged into the room just as the door opened. Where to now? If that was Jake's fiancée, would she murder us too? And what about Studmuffin? Where was he? Panic fused to my lungs and made it hard to breathe.

Travis powered off his phone, but I could see well enough. As quietly as I could, I opened the closet door across the room with the hem of my T-shirt then slipped inside. Travis followed, his bulky shoulders knocking into empty hangers. Wincing, I shut the door quickly. ...