and Mrs. Jenkin Her heart felt like it was caught in her throat as she walked down the street toward Brandon’s apartment building. Her pulse leapt and skittered, choking her. She couldn’t believe she was really doing this. After making up her mind that she was going to talk to Brandon, she’d reached for her phone and opened up her contacts list to his number. But something had made her pause. She didn’t want to have this conversation over the phone. She wanted him to be able to look into her eyes and see how sincere she was when she apologized. So, she’d done something she never would have imagined herself doing. She’d abused her position. It made her feel kind of sleazy, but she swore to herself that she would only ever use the information she’d obtained this once and then never again. Christine, of course, had been totally fine with snooping in Brandon’s account to get his address. Her friend had practically cackled with glee at the idea of aiding their ‘epic romance’ as she called it.
