I had no idea what I was supposed to do: pick up the phone or hurry over to open the door. But I could not open the door but I was half dressed. The logical step was to put on some pants before opening the door but it took me longer than I was willing to admit to make that decision. I scolded myself for how slow I had been as I rushed to the bedroom, put on the shorts I picked up from the chair. I went into the bathroom afterwards and threw cold water on my face to wash away the tears that stained my cheeks. After drying my face off with a washcloth, I hurried to the door just as the second knock came.
I thought it would have been Tatum standing at the door. If not Tatum, it had to have been Cal, or maybe Ambrose decided to break his promise of not disturbing me and came over. It was neit
