Chapter 09

MIRANDA

"Okay, okay. Geez, don't break my damn door down," I called to the person who hammered their fist against my apartment door.

I had just gotten out of the shower, a silk gown wrapped around me and a towel swaddling my wet hair. Whoever stood at the opposite end of my door had been beating against the fragile wood for all but five minutes and continued doing so even after I had told them to stop.

I marched across the open plan living room, fisting the door handle and throwing the door open with excessive force. I was fully ready to cuss out the impatient person until I met his deep blue orbs that glimmered at me in relief. My lips parted but the words I had ready to say lodged in my throat, refusing to be aired.

"You weren't answering my calls or texts," he breathed, threading his fingers into his curly dirty blonde locks.

I hadn't expected to find my best friend's b