Chapter 110

Will

Ang was even more silent than normal when she walked into the living room, her hair was a wet messy knot on the top of her head, and once again I was gifted with the girl I remembered.

No makeup.

An oversized T-shirt.

And a pair of sweats I could have sworn I'd noticed missing from my room two nights ago when I did a load of laundry.

"Those mine?" I pointed at the black Under Armour sweats and waited for her to deny it.

Instead, she shrugged a shoulder and said, "Maybe."

"So you're stealing from me now?"

"Borrowing," she corrected. "If I stole them, that would mean that I left the house with them with the sole purpose of keeping them for myself." She rubbed her nose and sat cross-legged on the couch, barely hiding a yawn behind the back of her hand. "All right, we have to be on set in a few hours, so spill."

I suddenly forgot everything I was going to say.

And I had no idea why.

I was better than this.

I was an agent for God's sake. I knew the words, I was older than