Dillon let himself into Heath’s apartment, surprised that his feet even touched the floor. He felt lighter than he had in months. Hell, years, even. He was so stoked, he didn’t even see Heath standing in the middle of the living room until he nearly knocked him over.
“Jesus, Heath. You scared the crap out of me.” Heath just stood there, still not saying a word. Dillon waved his hand in front of Heath’s face. “Heath? You in there?”
“I have carpet.”
“Uh, yeah, Heath, you do.” Dillon was starting to get concerned. “Did you inhale a whole lot of smoke at work tonight?”
Heath shook himself. “Damn. That was scary. I thought for a minute there I was in the wrong place. I just got home from work, and instead of my stuff, I find this. Were we robbed?”
Dillon couldn’t help but smile. “No, we we
