Hothouse Flower (Calloway Sisters #2)

by Krista Ritchie

“Dais,” I say, coming around to her side of the bed. “I just fucking checked there.” I grab her pill bottle off the nightstand. I rest a knee on the mattress so I’m near her, and I block her view of the window. “Hey.” My heart starts to hammer. “Yeah…” She blinks a few times and then gives me the weakest fucking smile I’ve ever seen. Aggravated, I throw the bottle at her face, and she catches it before it hits her. “Can you check again?” she asks. “Sure.” I hand her the water, and I go back to the window. Her eyes widen and her chest rises as I show her it’s locked. The moment I try to lift the window, she flinches back in fear. I don’t know what’s going on in her fucking head right now, but I know she has multiple reasons to be afraid. It tears my heart watching her recoil like that. “You’re okay,” I tell her. “See, it’s fucking locked.” She puts her hand over her mouth, and she nods, holding back tears. “Sorry. I’m jumpy when I haven’t slept in a while.” “I know. You don’t have to fucking apologize to me.” I go back to her bathroom door and lock it from her bedroom. I installed a deadbolt on this door a week after she moved in, to give her peace of mind.

he's actually so sweet