Chapter 21

“I guess,” Denny said absently as he went back to sipping his coffee.

Nick felt awkward. He didn’t know what else to say. Relief swept over him when he heard a knock on the door.

“Excuse me,” he said to Denny. He set his mug down on a box and headed for the door. This time he checked his “condition” and looked through the peephole. It was Mrs. Kloswick holding a plate covered with a napkin.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, realizing he couldn’t answer the door to the lady from next door half-naked.

“Be right there,” he called through the door and ran to the bedroom, rummaged through a pile of clothes, coming up with a terry robe. He raced back to the door past an amused looking Denny as he struggled to get the robe on.

Opening the door, he said, “Why, Mrs. Kloswick. How nice of you to drop over.” He glanced over his shoulder to the living room where Denny sat, still sipping his coffee.