Chapter 17
Dinah pushed at the gate on the fence in front of Arik’s house. It was a small, charming cottage tucked away in a quiet corner a few blocks away from the bridge. He towered over her and almost fell over as he handed her his keyring. “Which one…” She trailed off when he slid down to the floor and leaned against the door frame. “If you haven’t touched a drop of alcohol in five years, you can just tell Ciaran. How does that bruise your ego?” she muttered as she tried the keys one by one. The ninth one was the right one.
She helped him inside the house, where he dragged himself to a couch and flopped onto it. She searched around for a light switch and couldn’t find one. Then the light went on. They were standing in a small, cozy, and extremely neat kitchen. She felt like a pig whe
