Chapter Eight - Panic

Chapter Eight

Scott fought the urge to laugh as his suspect/new roommate tried to figure out the coffee maker. In the twenty-four hours they’d been together, she’d managed to surprise him more times than he could count.

He was grateful to admit, at least to himself, that he’d misjudged the girl.

When they’d first met at the scene of the break in, Scott had taken Alyssa Vauban as a flighty socialite who’d bitten off more than she could chew. Granted, it didn’t help that she appeared to be velcroed to a known married man who was trying to politely extricate himself.  Scott had felt the sorriest for the very pregnant wife in tow. It had all the hallmarks of a home wrecker scene from a bad television program.

It just went to show that you should never judge a book by its cover. Alyssa Vauban might have been every bit as high maintenance as Scott thought she was, but she wasn’t just another social climber, looki