My eyes fly open when Kent’s arm tightens around me the next morning, but it wasn’t his touch that woke me.
Instead, it was the knock at the door.
“s**t,” Kent growls, still not moving and holding me close, clearly working at once to wake the hell up and decide what to do.
“Maybe it’s Daniel?” I squeak softly, my voice hardly higher than breath. Kent shushes me anyway.
The knock comes again.
“Zio?” a voice calls, and Kent’s arm tightens around me again.
I spin frantically beneath Kent’s arm as I recognize the voice as Gio’s, trying to read Kent face and figure out what he wants – me to go out the window? To…to jump off the balcony? What -“No time,” he whispers, his voice soft. Then he lifts his head. “A second, Gio!” he calls, moving faster and snatching me up into his arms, carryin
