That or he was being robbed. But she’d guess burglars would be quieter. The door opened and he appeared shirtless, chewing on a power bar.
“I’m about to get in the shower,” he said from one side of his mouth. “What’s up?”
“What’s up?”
She wouldn’t give him any chance to refuse her entry this time. Pushing against him with all she had, Nya squeezed between his body and the door frame, bursting into the apartment.
“I have business, Squirm. I don’t have time to mess around with you tonight,” he said, closing the door and taking another chunk off the bar with his teeth. “Say it quick and get out.”
“You know why I’m here. How did you do it? What did you do?”
“I was right,” he said, finishing the bar and smiling with satisfaction. “Never get tired of saying that.”
Heading for the kitchen,
