She hurried through her chores, then worked on her project that was due the next day. By one that afternoon, she was through and hungry. She hadn’t eaten breakfast, and now it was after lunch. She was leaning inside the fridge when someone knocked on her door. She frowned and closed the refrigerator door. Who would be knocking on her door on a Sunday? She pulled aside the curtain to the window next to the door and saw the two men from the night before. She froze staring at them. What were they doing there? She jerked the curtain back in place and wiped her hands over her face. They would know she was there because her car was in the drive. She argued with herself for several seconds before she gave in and opened the door as far as the chain would allow. “Hey Briana. How are you?” Dillon asked. “Um, hi. I’m fine. Uh, what are you doing here?” she finally managed to get out. “We hoped you would go bike riding with us,” he said. She swallowed and slowly closed the door. Then she removed the chain, hoping she wasn’t going to regret trusting them.
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