#Chapter 11 If It’s Not One Thing

We had just finished moving everything important—and dry—out of the apartment. I still wasn’t sure what to do with them, but maybe Barnett knew of a storage unit nearby with an opening.

I was about to ask him just that when Barnett opened his mouth.

“So, Anna, about the night that Lily…introduced us,” he said.

Heat rose into my cheeks. God, I knew what this was about.

“You acted like you didn’t know me.”

Yup, here it goes, I thought. He’s going to ask if I really didn’t remember that he was my hockey coach.

“Did you really not recog—”

A pounding at the door startled us both.

I looked at the clock. It was nearly 9:30. Who would be visiting at this hour?

“Let me just see who that is,” I told Barnett as I squeezed by him. I tried to avoid touching him, but the heat between us nearly undid my composure.

When I opened the door, my landlord stood on the other side. A portly man with oversized glasses and a tendency to vape, I hadn’t dealt with Mr. Smith much outside of signing the lease. Th