Chapter 48
There was no warning.
Stefan had been told nothing aside from they would come back on Monday, and the first he knew of their return was Constantinople flying in through the cat flap in the back door and dashing to the front, meowing incessantly.
“What do you—”
Keys scraped in the lock.
It was working on autopilot. In a split second, Stefan was kneeling in the living room doorway, clad only in his T-shirt, belt, and socks. He fisted his hands on top of his thighs to hide the shaking, knowing full-well what would happen soon.
Four days f**k-free would be over.
And God, but he wanted it.
The door popped open. Yannis crooned something in Turkish, stooping to pick up the cat. It purred, and he slid around Stefan in the doorway and disappeared into the living room without so m
