Chapter 103

Camille’s phone rang on the nightstand beside her bed, startling her from a sound sleep. She lifted her head and squinted into the dark bedroom. The phone continued to ring, but her tired brain hadn’t processed anything beyond the intrusion.

Propping up onto her elbow, she leaned over to look at the glowing phone. It was midnight on the dot, and the caller ID read Noah over a photo of him she’d secretly snapped at Blackwater Restoration. He was wearing a sweaty T-shirt and facing away from her with his hands propped on his hips during a break. She hadn’t been able to resist the shameless photo of his backside, and he’d rolled his eyes when she’d shown him later that day.

A knock sounded on her window, and her heart stood at attention. What was outside?

Camille snatched the phone up and answered before it stopped ringing. “Hey.”

“Hey, yourself. Come to the window.”

Why was he whispering?

She kicked the blankets and sheets from her legs and plodded across the cool floor to her bedroom w