“Maybe I should get a cat,” Ian told the black and silent screen of his television. “Or a big f*****g bird.” He was listing potentials in his mind, knowing full well he’d more than likely not consider it after the night had passed, when he heard the knock on the front door.
It was a familiar rap, three short, sharp bursts that defied the process of needing a code or a buzz in to get past the front doors; a disconcerting fact considering no one else lived on Ian’s level.
It wasn’t until Ian had unlocked and opened the barrier that Ian realized why.
“Hello there, gorgeous,” Madison stepped into the center of the doorway and slid a boot between door and jamb at the same instant that Ian reacted by trying to slam it shut. “Come on down, Aubrey. We got him.”
“Yeah, well, congrats on that, M
