Chapter 5

But now that he was finally home, he was too tired to even unlock the door. Instead, he leaned his forehead against it, took a deep breath, and muttered, “What a nightmare.”

With sluggish movements, he put his hand in his pocket and rummaged around for the key. As he closed his fist around it, he heard the lock turn from inside. He straightened just as the door flung open.

Elliot couldn’t remember if he’d ever seen Mick look that disheveled before. His shirtsleeves were rolled up, and the normally immaculate white fabric was wrinkled and dingy-looking. The conservative tie was crooked and loosened, and his latte-colored hair was in wild disarray, as if he’d run his fingers through it repeatedly. The crease between his ocean-colored eyes deepened as he took in Elliot’s appearance.

“I was so worried!” He pulled Elliot inside and enveloped him in a tight embrace.