After saving the pictures to my computer I try to see if there is a way to find out who she had been matched with but there isn’t.

Exiting out of her profile I begin searching for Matthew, but not knowing his last name, it’s going to take me a while to get through all the men with the same name. Not to mention he could go by a different name, so I might as well be searching for the lost ark. After thirty minutes with no luck, I hear the buzzer for the dryer go off. I set my stuff aside and head for the laundry room. As I’m folding up the last of my stuff from the dryer there is a knock on the door, so I leave everything as is and head across the apartment. I don’t know who I expect to see when I look through the peephole but it’s Clay.

“Hey,” I swing the door in. “I thought that I was meeting you at your place.”

“I decided to come to you instead.” He wraps his hand around my hip and dips his head so that he can kiss me.

When he drags his mouth from mine a minute or seconds later my lashes flutter open and I meet his gaze. Yep, I’m totally falling in love and if he isn’t too, this is going to be a disaster. “Um—” I clear my throat. “Why the change of plans?”

“I wanted to see you.” He walks me backwards with his hands still around my waist then kicks the door shut. “I needed to see for myself that you were really okay after meeting with your dad and talking to Carly’s friend.”

“I’m all right.” I melt against him smoothing my hands up his chest to his shoulders.

“You keep saying you’re all right, Mouse, but you’re dealing with a lot.”

“It sucked hearing how upset Annie was, but I’m glad I got to talk to her.” I drag in a breath. “I asked my dad to help me figure out how to get Carly cremated and Annie wanted a box from Carly’s place, so I want to get that for her.”

“I’m sure Miles can make that happen,” he says softly.

I nod, knowing he’s probably right.

“I just want whoever did this to her caught so that everyone can have some closure.”

“I get that,” he says as his phone starts to ring.

“You get that. I need to finish folding my clothes before they wrinkle.” I lean up to kiss his jaw then step out of his grasps and head for the laundry room.

“It was Dayton,” he says stopping in the doorway as I’m pulling out a shirt from the dryer.

“Dayton? Is everything okay?”

“He wants to go out tonight but doesn’t want to do that solo.”

“He’s still here?” I ask because I haven’t seen him since the other morning.

“He’s been crashing at Miles’s place.”

“Well, I’m totally okay hanging at home tonight, so don’t worry about me if you want to go out.”