Meyer took just shy of ten minutes to arrive at my apartment, just as promised. When he knocked firmly on the door, I jumped. I was still sitting on the floor, leaning against it, and had to scramble up quickly to check the peephole.
It was Meyer.
I unlocked the door and pulled it open. A strangled gasp almost escaped my throat as I took him in. He was as devilishly, sinfully handsome as he had been the night we met, but now his sexy features were bruised and cut. There was a purple circle around his eye and a matching one on his chin next to his split lip.
My eyes darted down to his hands and found that they were split, too, and bruised. He had definitely been in a fight and I couldn’t say whether or not he had won.
It should have made me wary, but I couldn’t deny the rush of relief I
