I know what you're thinking, and yes—yes, I texted Trent to come over.
And why, you ask?
Because from the way Tasha texted earlier, I could already tell she knew what she was doing. I work with her. I've seen how quick her mind is. She's smart. Very smart. Too smart for me to take this kind of risk.
So yeah, I called in backup.
When I opened the door and saw Trent standing there with that damn smirk on his face, it was like the weight pressing on my chest eased up all at once. He glanced past me, eyes narrowing at the Mercedes E-Class parked out front, and that smirk only grew wider.
"I'm guessing she's already here," he said.
I nodded, trying not to look too relieved. "Thanks for coming, bud."
Trent clapped me on the shoulder like he'd just done me the biggest favor of my life. "What are friends for?"
I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding, then stepped aside so we could both walk in.
