Chapter 20: The Triangle
Rory had completely forgotten the door opened into his living room. There wasn’t even a door to knock on.
She stepped out, and glanced around, in awe of the apartment’s beauty. She’d given Micah sh*t about the place the last time she’d been here, but she couldn’t deny the beauty of the space.
A warm summer breeze blew in through the open doors of the terrace and rays of light stretched across the granite tile making it sparkle. The view of the sunset took her breath away, the tips of the trees in Central Park lit on fire and the New York city skyline silhouetted in the distance.
“Hello?” Her voice echoed across the vast space.
“Rory?”
Micah emerged from his bedroom, wearing only a towel. She forced herself not to stare at the ripple of his abs.
“Oh sh*t, I’m sorry,” Rory said, glancing away. “I should have called. I completely forgot you didn’t have a front door–and they said I was on the list and just let me up.”