I set my phone on my chest as I listen. Footsteps. Door hinge opening. Door clicking shut. “Where’re you hiding, Baby?” Luther’s quiet voice has me releasing my breath. “Over here.” I stick my arm straight up, but I’m not sure if my fingers show over the top of the mattress. Lifting my head off the pillow, I watch Luther round the foot of the bed. His gaze holds mine before glancing at the pile of furry rugs beneath me. “Why are you on the floor?” “It felt weird to stay in the bathroom.” I spent ten minutes doing just that, poking through his drawers
