Chapter 2

Ian parked the car and hit the button to close the garage door. He shoved out of the car, house key clutched in his right hand and hurried to the door leading into the house. Ian held his breath as he slipped the key into the lock. It was always possible the time his car’s clock displayed was different by a few minutes than the timer on the locks.

“Yes!” Ian cheered to himself when the door handle turned easily and the door smoothly swung open.

In the next instant he was inside the house, leaning against the door, relief blasting through him. It was only then Ian relaxed in earnest. He ran his hands though his hair, giving it a ruffle. His dark hair was longish with bangs that would brush across his forehead and along the top of his eyebrows when worn natural. Taren liked when Ian’s hair was a little shaggy. At work Ian wore it slicked back, once home he’d wash the product out and let it fall in layers. Ian liked the look, he felt mysterious and sexy.