Heaven raced down the staircase as the doorbell chimed for the third time. She opened the front door and backed away as a burst of heat grazed her arm. Layne swept past, leaving a trail of water behind him. Stupid rain. It wouldn’t be much fun trekking through puddles with Hope. If she’d ever show up.
Once she closed the door, she eyed the floor, hoping she’d have enough time to clean up the mess. Except no water lay on the floor. Only something that resembled steam.
“Don’t worry about the water. I know where the mop is,” Layne grumbled as he turned around. She gazed at him in time to see his confusion. So she hadn’t lost her mind. He’d expected to see the same thing she had. A trail of water.
He cleared his throat before meeting her eyes. Maybe he would shed some light on the strange o
