Chapter 66
Fortunately, it was empty, and he wouldn’t have to listen to more conversation. He exited on Ransom’s floor, then fumbled for the keycard, thinking it would be so nice to have someone—Ransom—to come home to. Would Ransom ever want to live with him? For a moment he daydreamed about them sharing a home. His condo, Ransom’s condo, it didn’t matter as long as they were together
Oh, well, no sense in getting sappy about being alone. That was the way it was, and it would be a good idea if he got used to it.
He let himself in through the service door that led to the kitchen.
And came to an abrupt halt as he realized how brightly lit the room was. Sure Ransom’s condo had a state-of-the-art security system that turned on the lights. The thing was, he’d expected to be home way before dark, so he hadn’t set it.
He gazed cautiously around the kitchen. A vase of maybe a dozen red roses was on the island. The odor of cinnamon and cloves filled the room. He tip-toed to the oven and peeked in.