“You’ll have to excuse the mess. If I’d known we were coming back here, I’d have picked up some.” Reed’s furtive glance around—checking for dirty laundry or who knew what—made Cecily grin.
“Unless you’ve been eating potato chips in bed and haven’t bothered to change the sheets, I really don’t care. I’m not here for the grand tour.” But, as it was her first time here, she looked her fill of Reed’s space.
The downtown apartment held the same cozy comfort of Inglenook, with a leather sofa and overstuffed chair flanked on all sides by bookcases. Huge, framed comic posters marched along one wall, and assorted action figures perched along shelves. No dirty laundry or stacks of take-out containers littered the coffee table. Predictably, books were scattered on every horizontal surface, with boo
