IT NEARED SIX P.M. by the time the apartments came back into sight with my arms laden with pizza and necessary supplies. Eager to dry my soaked-through feet, I picked up my pace. I’d barely taken a few steps when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I snatched it out to see Ethan’s name, cut it off and hit the power button before I key-coded my way inside.
Via the stairwell, I ascended with shopping bags in one hand, pizza box balancing atop the other. At the third floor landing, I backed in through the fire door, leaving it to bang shut as I spun away and took a few steps.
I halted the second I spotted Ethan parked on the floor beside the apartment door. “What are you doing here?”
His face held nothing but relief as he climbed to his feet. “I thought you’d run off somewhere when you weren’t
