"Lauren?" A woman's voice. Soft, Southern accent. Not Liam. "It's Prue. Prue Young. We met last night at dinner?"

Relief flooded through Lauren so suddenly her knees went weak. She sank onto the edge of her bed again, pressing one hand over her racing heart. "Prue. God, you scared me. I didn't recognize the number—"

"I'm so sorry. I should have texted first." Prue's voice was genuinely apologetic. "I asked Honey for your number this morning. I hope that's alright?"

"It's—it's fine." ...