Kiera scowled at me while she tried her best to stop Anna from peeking. Hey, you’re the one who was so impatient for me to get up. I wanted to wait. Finding my boxers, I pulled them on, then grabbed the rest of my clothes. Stepping into my jeans, I smirked and told Kiera, “Fine, I’ll sneak into the hallway, so he’ll think I was in the bathroom.”

Kiera shook her head at me as I pulled up my jeans. “No, you should sneak out the window. Make him think you went for a walk or something.”

My mouth dropped open as I zipped up my jeans. Seriously? That seemed a little extreme, especially considering where we were. While I gaped at Kiera, she dropped her hand from Anna’s eyes. Anna frowned. Then grinned since I hadn’t put on my shirt yet. Ignoring her, I pointed at the window. “We’re on the second story, Kiera.” Did she think I was part monkey or something?

Kiera again shook her head, wrapping the sheet tighter around her. “Please. He won’t believe that you were just in the bathroom.” She pointed to the window. “There’s a store about a block from here that should still be open. You could pick up some milk…My mom would love you for that.”

The look on her face was so endearing, and I could sense love for her parents—and their sanity—behind the request, but still…I could potentially die trying to do this. She knew that, right? Hands on my hips, I tried to pop a hole in her master plan. “My shoes and jacket are downstairs in the living room.”

Already amused, Anna’s grin grew wider. “No, they aren’t. I put them outside when I woke up.”

Kiera looked at Anna, surprised. I was just annoyed. Anna told Kiera something about having to hide a boy before while I tugged on my shirt with an irritated groan. “Damn it, I haven’t snuck out of a woman’s window since I was fifteen.” And I’d nearly died that time too. But that one hadn’t been optional. It was either death by falling or death by her husband. This situation didn’t seem nearly as dire as that.

Kiera rolled her eyes at my comment. Anna laughed and said, “Kellan, I think you and I seriously need to swap some stories someday.” I threw her a grin, and she winked at me. There were a lot of stories I’d never share with Anna, but I got her point—between the two of us, we’d probably done almost everything.