He opened the door. “What the fuck took you so long?” he asked, annoyed. “We were celebrating. Big win tonight, you know?” Shane stepped back to let the tall, smirking Russian man into the apartment. “I got away as soon as I could,” Rozanov said, his tone less teasing. “Didn’t want to draw attention, right?” “Sure.” And that was the last word Shane got out before Rozanov’s mouth crashed into his.
wait what?!
