I couldn’t be more surprised to turn the knob. They left it unlocked. Now’s as good a time as any to run down to the kitchen and grab some food. The guys are bound to be asleep. I’m too hungry to worry too much longer, anyway.

When I make it to the kitchen without running into anybody or finding evidence of either of them hanging around, I head straight for the refrigerator. There are small yogurt smoothies on one of the door’s shelves, and I grab one, uncapping it quickly and gulping half of it back before coming up for air. There are packages of turkey and cheese in the drawer, and I take both of them, along with mustard and mayo. I have time to make a sandwich, and maybe I can find protein bars or something to take up and store in my dresser in case there are times I can’t make it down here.

“Sneaking food now?”

Everything in my arms ends up on the floor when I jump. The mayo rolls away, and Colt bends to pick it up. He’s smirking when he straightens and plops the jar on the counter. “You’re jumpy, aren’t you?”

“I guess that has something to do with people sneaking up on me in the middle of the night.” I gather everything else together but don’t know what to do now. Make the sandwich? Walk away?

“Go ahead,” he murmurs, passing me on his way to the fridge. “I’m not stopping you. Just try to leave some for us.”

“I don’t think I could eat a whole pound of turkey at once.”

He seems to be in a decent mood, but I know better than to think that will last.

“You didn’t come down to eat last night, so you must be hungry.”

My hand shakes a little, but I steady it before he can see when he closes the door and turns toward me. “Why are you paying attention to me?”

“I have no idea. But I noticed.”

“I wasn’t hungry then.” My body stiffens, and it’s hard to breathe when he closes the distance between us, reaching over me to grab a few slices of turkey. “Excuse me. I’ll be out of your way in a second.”

“You’re not in my way. Right now.”

I pile turkey and cheese on a slice of bread, throwing it together sloppily to get back to my room. The only place I feel safe. “I’ll stay out of your way as much as I can. I usually do, anyway.”

“Yeah, yeah. So you say. But you still can’t seem to stay away from me. Why do you think that is?”