Then, as if he knew I was there, he stopped and looked directly at the peephole, mouthing my name. I took my time unlocking each of the four locks, knowing he probably heard the clicks, then I cracked the door open and peeked out. “Why are you here?” I asked. He cocked his head, jaw fluttering with tension. “No hello?” Oh, this man chose to be both an asshole and smart-ass. “Hello, Ronan. Why are you here?” His chin jerked. “I should ask you the same. Unless you moved, this isn’t home.”
