Chapter 38

Got worked up for nothing

“Yeah, someone’s been trying to call me—on my cell. Was that you?”

“I just picked up this prepaid phone.”

“You sound like one of my clients, Noah.”

“I don’t want to talk on the phone. Can I come up?”

“You’re outside right now? What about you and Zeke?”

“Zeke and I had a fight. He went back to his parents’ place.”

I paused. I hoped Noah didn’t bring the Glock with him.

“Sure,” I said.

“I’ll be right up.”

I put pants on, then heard knocking. I saw Noah through the window, and opened the door.

“What was wrong with your doorbell? I didn’t hear it chime?” he asked.

“Yeah, notified the landlord the other day. I think the contractors screwed up when they put the new door in.”

I barely closed the door, when Noah pulled my face close to his, and kissed me. I smelled his familiar cologne.

I missed this.

He ran his hands over my chest as we continued to kiss.

“I missed you,” he said.

“What about Zeke?”