CHAPTER5 (TATE)

I use my free leg to kick the door shut, slamming it directly onto his wrist.

"Shit!" he yells. He's trying to pull his hand back into the

hallway with him, but my foot is still pressing against the door. I release enough pressure for him to have his hand back, and then I immediately kick the door all the way shut. I pull myself up and lock the door, the dead bolt, and the chain lock as quickly as I can.

As soon as my heart rate begins to calm down, it starts to scream at me.

My heart is actually screaming at me.

In a deep male voice.

It sounds like it's yelling, "Tate! Tate!"

Corbin.

I immediately look down at my chest and pull my phone out of my bra, then bring it up to my ear.

"Tate! Answer me!"

I wince, then pull the phone several inches from my ear. "I'm fine," I say, out of breath. "I'm inside. I locked the door."

"Jesus Christ!" he says, relieved. "You scared me to death. What the hell happened?"

"He was trying to get inside. I locked the door, though." I flip on the living-room light and take no more than three steps inside before I come to a halt.

Good going, Tate.

I slowly turn back toward the door after realizing what I've done.

"Um. Corbin?" I pause. "I might have left a few things out- side that I need. I would just grab them, but the drunk guy thinks he needs to get inside your apartment for some reason, so there's no way I'm opening that door again. Any suggestions?"

He's silent for a few seconds. "What did you leave in the hallway?"I don't want to answer him, but I do. "My suitcase."

"Christ, Tate," he mutters.

"And... my purse."

"Why the hell is your purse outside?"

"I might have also left the key to your apartment on the hallway floor."

He doesn't even respond to that one. He just groans. "I'll call Miles and see if he's home yet. Give me two minutes."

"Wait. Who's Miles?"

"He lives across the hall. Whatever you do, don't open the door again until I call you back."

Corbin hangs up, and I lean against his front door.

I've lived in San Francisco all of thirty minutes, and I'm al ready being a pain in his ass. Figures. I'll be lucky if he lets me stay here until I find a job. I hope that doesn't take long, con- sidering I applied for three RN positions at the closest hospital. It might mean working nights, weekends, or both, but I'll take what I can get if it prevents me from having to dip into savings while I'm back in school.

My phone rings. I slide my thumb across the screen and answer it. "Hey."

"Tate?"

"Yep," I reply, wondering why he always double-checks to see if it's me. He called me, so who else would be answering it who sounds exactly like me?

"I got hold of Miles."

"Good. Is he gonna help me get my stuff?"

"Not exactly," Corbin says. "I kind of need you to do me a huge favor."

My head falls against the door again. I have a feeling the next few months are going to be full of inconvenient favors, since be knows he's doing me a huge one by letting me stay here. Dishes?

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