toilet?â
âHavenât you ever heard of knocking?â Loriâs panicked tone shocked Cassidy into silence. The girl froze, her hand hovering over Tessaâs head.
Lori squeezed her eyes shut so as not to let the perceptive seventeen-year-old see how anxious sheâd become. She was ashamed, too; she had no business barking at the teenager like that. Cassidy had come a long way in the past several months, stepping out from behind the belligerent Gothic personality sheâd donned like a shield, finally engaging with kids her own age. But the vestiges of that lonely young girl still hovered just beneath the surface. Lori had no trouble recognizing the look because she saw the same fears whenever she glanced at her own reflection in a mirror.
âYouâre leaving.â The hint of despair in Cassidyâs voice cut through Lori, making her feel even more ashamed.
âNo.â Lori quickly zipped up the bag and stowed it back under her bed before coming to her feet. âI was just looking for something.â
Cassidyâs amber eyes were shiny as she stroked Tessaâs back. âDonât lie. Your bag is packed.â The snarky teenager was back in full bloom. âYou promised Mrs. Mac youâd stay. Hell, you promised
me
.â
âIâm not leaving, Cass.â Lori placed a hand on the teenagerâs tense shoulder and gently squeezed. âI was just looking for something I must have misplaced. Thatâs all.â
Cassidyâs hard swallow reverberated beneath Loriâs palm. âBut why havenât you unpacked your stuff? Youâve been here for what, nearly five months now?â She shrugged off Loriâs hand and stalked over to the bureau tucked beneath the dormer window, where she pulled open a drawer, empty except for an old sheet of shelf paper. âIf youâre staying, why not put your things away?â
Because Iâm not staying.
That feeling of the need to flee continued to gnaw at Lori. She was becoming too attached to the inn and these people. The longer she stuck around, the more complacent she became. And she couldnât afford to have her true identity discovered. Not here.
Lori softened her voice and forced herself to relax in hopes of placating Cassidy. âIâm just neat that way. I like to know where my stuff is, okay?â It was as good an excuse as any.
âIs it like one of those OCD things?â
Yanking at Midasâ collar when the dog tried to crawl beneath the bed, Lori nodded, hoping that Cassidy would buy the excuse.
âOr are you scared youâll have to make a run for it in the middle of the night?â
Cassidy hadnât graduated at the top of her class for nothing. Lori avoided the girlâs glare. In all likelihood she would be found out and would have to make a run for it on short notice. But the last thing she needed was Cassidyâs attention and concern. If the teen was keeping a close eye on Lori, then so would everyone else. And that wouldnât do. Taking a deep breath and saying a prayer that she appeared more assured than she felt, Lori looked the girl directly in the eye. âI promised Iâd stay until Patricia is better and can run things on her own. From the looks of it, that wonât be until you leave for college. I wonât go back on my word.â
âAre they dangerous?â
âWho?â
Cassidy took a few steps closer. The girl was taller than Loriâsfive feet six inches and was built with a much larger bone structure. Sheâd been working out the past few months to lose the pubescent pudginess sheâd used as part of her camouflage, but Cassidy still wasnât afraid to intimidate others with her size. âWhoever youâre running from. This isnât like that movie where your ex-husband is going to come and burn the B and B down, is it? Do we need to tell the sheriff?â
âThereâs nothing to tell the