“Hey.” Smiling at me with the threat of an apex predator, he lifts an arm to each side of the doorway. He’s got on a shirt with the sleeves ripped off, exposing not only his arms, which flex as he moves, but the whole side of his torso. I didn’t even know you could have muscles there! But he does. Lots of them. “Good luck with that,” Abby mutters, ducking out the other door to the kitchen.
