Chapter 14
Sitting in Riley’s kitchen and savoring the indulgence of having someone take care of him, Keir marveled at how foolish he’d been about the so-called stalking. He’d really overreacted. The man was a photographer, so of course taking pictures must be second nature to him. The photographs and the Internet searches hadn’t been done out of malice—just interest. And Keir reveled in all that delicious male interest.
He smiled, remembering the gentle care and respectful treatment Riley had provided a helpless, vulnerable neighbor. He needed no further proof of the man’s character.
His fingers located the mug again, but found the coffee had gone cold. He stood, intending to locate the pot and pour another cup, even without his glasses. Probably not such a good idea. But last night he
