"I'm coming," I tell Cara and end the call. When I look up at Patterson, his eyebrows are furrowed with a mixture of concern and anger. "Roommate," I answer, and hopefully that's enough of an explanation for now. "I have to go."

I grab my pants, but Patterson tugs them from my hands. "You aren't going anywhere."

His tone is firm. I don't want to go either, but I don't have a choice. I want to scream in frustration, but I keep the words locked behind my lips. They're swollen from his kisses ...