Chapter Six
A Guest Arrives
Poor Brad paused, his hand on the doorknob, and looked through the peephole. His eyebrows rose—could this average-looking sandy-haired fellow simply be lost? Licking his lips, he opened the door slowly. “Can— Can I help you?”
The young man standing in the hall looked even more surprised than Brad. He pulled out his cell phone, scrutinized the contents of a text he swiftly brought up, then looked up and down the empty corridor, leaning back for a better look at the apartment numbers. “Um, I’m looking…” He swallowed. “Uh, does Alyssa live here?”
Brad’s blood seemed to freeze within his heart. “She’s my wife,” he replied quietly, his ears feeling very warm.
“Oh.” The visitor looked confused. “Are you sure? I mean—” He stopped suddenly, blinking at the obvious
