Rafe managed to push open the car door and swing his legs to the ground, but he was too weak to stand on his own. I hauled him to his feet, and together we shuffled up the steps of the porch.
“The door’s locked, and I don’t have a key. So give me a minute and let me see if I can open it my own way. If not, I’ll have to break a window.”
Rafe didn’t answer, and I concentrated my focus on the lock, turning tumblers and then sliding the deadbolt. I was rewarded by a loud click, and the door swung inward.
“Nice.” There might have been a hint of admiration in Rafe’s voice, but I wasn’t going to let it go to my head. I moved him inside, heading for the bedroom at first. I paused before we got there.