chapter 20

MOLLY

My cousin texted just as I was letting myself into my apartment.

Glen: All good. Had a good night. You need me tomorrow?

I paused in the open door, putting my purse on the floor.

Me: No. I’ll be good tomorrow. Thank you so much.

Glen: Rest. Hope you feel better.

I stepped all the way in, letting the door swing shut behind me, and I was reaching up to lock it when my brain clicked on. I’d stepped into the space my purse had been. Meaning, it wasn’t there anymore. Sheer panic exploded in me at the same time—a body was in my space. I was upended, hanging over someone’s shoulder in the next second, and that’s when the scream left me.

The guy grunted as he shut the door the rest of the way and hit the locks on. “It’s me.”

I froze. Me?! As in, I tried to twist around to see him. “Ashton?”

He’d already been inside my apartment. How? What?

He walked a few more feet back into the living room before he tossed me on the couch. He followed me down, almost landing on top of me, but as I was