Not this time. This time, that nagging voice wouldn’t be silenced. This time she would take her normal excuses—she was too busy at work, she didn’t have enough seed money, it wasn’t part of her master plan—and poke a hole through each one.

Because there were no more excuses. If she was serious about ever seeing her idea come to fruition, it was time she make it happen.

Samiah had to breathe through the tightness suddenly gripping her chest. Was she ready to take that leap? Was she really prepared to veer so far off course from the plans she’d set in place?

“What about Craig?”

Samiah jerked her head back, knocked out of her preoccupied musings by London’s question. “What about him?”

“Did he contact either of you since we last talked? Did any other creeps contact you?”

“Just some guy named Timothy,” Taylor said.

Samiah and London both nodded and simultaneously answered, “Me too.”

“After the fourth DM from Timothy I forwarded his name to the feds,” London said. “That shit is harassment.”

“Other than Timothy it’s just been your run-of-the-mill, ashy dick pics,” Taylor said with a shrug. “But that’s nothing new.” She added a heaping of nachos to her plate. “I have to be honest, ladies. I’m kinda bummed I didn’t talk to that news reporter. I would probably have had even more weirdos flooding my inbox, but can you imagine the new clients that exposure would have brought?”

“You know, Taylor, it’s okay if you call the news station back,” Samiah said. “You’re in an entirely different position than either me or London. Neither of us would fault you for using this situation to plug your business.”

“Absolutely,” London said.

Taylor waved them off. “I’m still not sure I’m ready for that. But I do have to admit that this disaster hasn’t been all bad for me.” She gestured to both of them. “I met you two.” She shook her head and huffed out a laugh. “It’s ridiculous that it took something like this to finally make new friends. Shit, there has to be an easier way, right?”

Samiah had just bitten into a mini empanada. She stopped chewing, barely registering the taste of the food. She had to think back to the conversations they’d shared this week to figure out whether she’d mentioned the idea for her app to either of them. But she knew she hadn’t. She’d never told anyone.