Dylan finished his shift and considered stopping by the pawn shop again, but he thought it would be better to play it cool. He didn’t want Seth to think he was some stalker or something. Things would have been a lot simpler if friendly Mr. Pender wasn’t in Europe. Of course, Dylan wouldn’t have had such an amazing time in the shower with Mr. Pender.
The food court was pretty slow, so Dylan ate a slice of pizza and garlic knots in peace before heading home. It was eight thirty by the time he pulled into the parking lot behind his apartment complex. The sky was a dark orange and he noticed a pretty young woman sitting in a blue Camaro parked along the street. He let himself inside his place and immediately heard moans. Usually the only moans in his apartment came from Laurie’s room, but the
