Chapter 118: Close Call

Leonard Zimmerman had just reached for the door when a creak sounded from upstairs. He froze, head cocked, listening for the slightest noise. Winnie Yare, cheeks burning, stared up at him, her hands roaming his solid chest. "Leonard? Huh? Where did you go? Mila, are you still awake?" Lauryn Tibbert's voice drifted down from the landing. A shiver ran through Leonard. He yanked his clothes back on. Of all nights for Lauryn to still be up-why tonight, and calling for him, no less? "No. What is it?"...