A knock sounded at the door, stopping Mal in his step. Ten minutes early. Interesting.
Like an actor with jitters before an opening performance, Mal was calm and grinning and onthe moment he opened his door for the show to begin.
The same teasing, heated expression he’d stared back at in shock at the coffee shop rested on Danny’s face. He’d forgone the sweater and blazer from work and replaced them with a white T-shirt, tan bomber jacket, and jeans.
“Danny.”
“Hey.” Danny flicked his tongue over his lips.
“Come in. Shoes off at the door.” Standing back to grant Danny entrance, Mal nodded at the rug. He hadn’t chosen hardwood floors to see them scuffed.
“Of course you’re a neat freak,” Danny said with a touch of derision, but he complied, heeling off his shoes and setting them next to Mal’s on the rug. “Is this your—wow,” and then he looked up, really looked and took a step further into the apartment.