Molly urged Eric, her pulse racing with excitement. “Lift me up.” “If I push you through that window, you’re going to fall into the alley and land on your head,” he pointed out. “I thought you had experience going out windows.” “Just one,” she said as she tipped her head back and stared at a narrow window high on the bathroom wall. “And that was only a couple of feet above the floor.” “You’re going to have to go out the way you came in,” Eric insisted, gesturing toward the door. Molly shook her head. “Someone will see me.” “And you don’t think they saw you walk in here?” She thought she’d been careful to duck inside the men’s room when no one was looking—since she hadn’t exactly been comfortable about doing it in the first place. But she’d gotten worried about Eric, especially when she’d seen Josh join him. “Someone might have seen me,” she admitted. Or Mrs. Hild might have broken her promise. “That’s why I have to go out this way.”
