By the time Rachel arrived at her front door, she had downed two chocolate bars, a half-dozen cookies, ten truffles and several iced teas. She was definitely feeling high. Her steps were rocky and her hand had difficulty locating the keyhole. It was way past dinner, so she didn"t know what Joe had eaten, or even if he had. Maybe he was asleep. She rather hoped he was. He wouldn"t be happy with her in her present condition. Plus, she was feeling ornery for some reason. This was something he didn’t need to know.
Rattling the keys to gain entry, Rachel was surprised when the door swung open. While she anticipated an attack from Rufus, she wondered why the front door wasn’t locked. She shut the door, but still there was nothing moving around her. No sound. No clinking dog tags. Rachel didn"t
