Eleven
“Where are you?” I asked.
“D-d-downstaaairs.”
What was KY Kathryn doing downstairs in my apartment building, coming to see me because her fiancé was cheating on her? Oh wait, that story sounded vaguely familiar.
“I’ll be right there.”
As I turned away from the intercom, the dryer buzzer sounded, signaling that the coffee casualties were clean and dry again.
Phelps made a face. “That’s probably my cue to head out.”
“Sorry.” I gestured at the door. “I need to go down and get her.”
“Only builds the anticipation,” he said as he pressed a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth. “I’ll see myself out.”
I lifted up on my toes and gave a kiss of my own. “You’re the best.”
While he headed for the laundry room, I grabbed my keys and opened the door.
“Oh, and Lydia,” he called without t
