A sharp knock echoed through my apartment and I frowned as I set aside the glass of water I had been sipping and rose from the couch. It was late evening and I hadn’t been expecting anyone. With my body still feeling sluggish from jet lag even though I was yet to resume work after three days from returning from Dubai, I wasn’t exactly in the mood for surprise visitors.
Still, I dragged myself to the door and swung it open.
It was Kelly.
I blinked in surprise as my eyes raked over her. She was dressed casually in high-waisted jeans and a fitted top and her hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail. A small guilty smile played at her lips as she looked at me with guilty eyes while she held up a paper bag like it was some sort of peace offering.
“Well, well, well,” I said as I crossed my arm
