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No more doorbells to ring.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

I open the app and there he is.

There’s Corbin.

Standing on the porch. Knocking.

Of course he had to knock. My phone lives on silent so even if someone is at the door or rings the doorbell, I’d never know.

I stare at the video of Corbin.

It’s really him.

He’s…huge.

Ten years in prison added muscle I never thought possible.

His shoulders are big and strong. His face is like stone. There are some scars. I can only imagine what he endured in prison. His eyes are the same—dark and evil. But the sheer size of this man. I know without even trying he could pick me up with one hand, toss me over his shoulder, and walk me anywhere in the world.

I think about the touch of his hand.

That big, rough touch of his.

Massive hands.

He’s the kind of man that uses those hands to earn a living.

Definitely not a suit and tie guy. Not sitting in an air conditioned office, telling some intern to get him another coffee while he looks out the window, smiling.

Wake up, Kate!

I blink fast.

I hurry and delete the video.

I go into the account and click around and try to verify if the video is actually gone or not. For all I know, Chad received the notification and already watched it.

My heart sinks.

More panic hits me.

I don’t feel guilty because I’ve done nothing wrong.

Yet…

“Fuck,” I say for a third time.

I’m tempted to text Chad but that might only prompt him to check the doorbell app on his phone.

I’m totally fucked right now.

All I can do is wait.

In my head, I’m thinking up lies.

Lots and lots of lies.