I swallowed and crept my way to the edge of the loft, looked down to where Will was standing, one fist on the ladder where he’d been banging on it. “Yeah, I’m here.” My mouth tasted like liquor and sawdust and my voice was cracked, but not from that. He looked away and swore, shaking his head. Yanking his hat off in that angry way he had and then jamming it back on and turning back around. “How’d you get up there?” he demanded. I guess I’d been expecting some question, but not that. “Climbed.”
