RUBBY'S POV
I stared at him with my mouth wide open. A gun? A freaking gun? What was he using it for?
I wanted to ask, but I knew better than to do so; we needed to solve the problem before us first. The door knob turned again and opened.
I breathed in suspense as I waited for the intruder to step in, but when the so-called intruder finally stepped in, I let out a dramatic his.
Nolan! The last person I was expecting to see. He still had my key?
"Fool," I muttered more to myself than to him.
"You changed your number? I've been calling you," he said casually as if he hadn't just broken into my house. "This was the only way to reach you, I heard you were back."
"News do travel fast," I muttered, "especially around jobless people."
"Don't tell me you are still angry, Rubby; what els
