Matt ‘King’ Kingston unlocked his front door as quietly as possible. It was just past seven a.m. now, and it had been one hell of a long night.
He shut it with barely a click, and turned. Despite his hopes that she’d still be sleeping, he wasn’t the slightest bit surprised to see Naomi Abbott sitting on the sofa. She had an empty coffee cup in front of her, and her short blonde hair was damp. The TV was on, though the sound was off. Clearly, she’d been up for a while – maybe even a long while.
He examined her closely in the late-autumn sunrise, and guilt surged up his chest at the strain around her beautiful brown eyes. Yeah, she’d been up for hours… if she had gone to bed at all.
“Hey, baby.” King struggled to sound normal. “Why are you up so early?”
She regarded him steadily, silentl
