Chapter 8
Dressed in a T-shirt and shorts, Riley stood in front of the open refrigerator, trying to scrape up interest in a lunch of last night’s untouched Thai food. A knock sounded on his bright new front door. Aha! The first salvo was being returned. Eager to meet the enemy, he turned too fast and winced in pain. He’d left his cane upstairs when he cleaned up after painting. Well, it would take too much time to retrieve it now.
Grimacing, he limped through the hallway, prepared to verbally shred whichever self-important ass had been sent to scold him. He took a deep breath, flung open the door, and snarled, “Yes?”
On the porch stood Keir.
The air in Riley’s lungs gushed out in a kind of wistful sigh. The man looked delicious. A soft, uncertain smile graced his lips, and the birthmar
