6
“The guy is a maniac!” Whisper protested the moment the bedroom door was opened the following day. It wasn’t opened by the man who’d locked it. No, course not, why face her in the light of day? Bosco was the unfortunate one standing there receiving her wrath. “There’s no lock on this side. What kind of a lock doesn’t go all the way through the door?”
Bosco narrowed an eye. “The kind that doesn’t want to be picked from the inside?”
Snatching her purse, she shoved past him to storm toward the stairs. “You came just in time. Three more minutes and I was kicking that fucker in.”
“You’re a hundred pounds soaking wet,” he said with a smirk in his voice. “How the hell are you going to get through a solid wood door?”
She tossed her reply over her shoulder. “Oh, believe me, I have my ways.”
