Chapter 5
An urge to soothe those lines seized Keir. If nothing else, the chicken tandoori offering should be welcome. Anyone too tired to even close his front door should appreciate a hot, home-cooked meal.
He cleared his throat, hoping to catch the man’s attention without startling him.
It worked. Those eyes—oh, yes, a brilliant shade of blue even the shadows couldn’t diminish—opened and struggled to focus.
With as friendly a smile as he could manage, Keir took a step forward and extended a hand. “Hi, I’m here to talk to you about—”
“It’s about damned time you got here,” the man growled.
Reacting on instinct to that gruff voice, Keir jerked back his hand and froze. Had the man expected to be welcomed the moment the moving van left? “Look, I’m sorry—”
“Sorry? Damned straight you’re sorry! Did you bring the paperwork?”