The door opened, fractionally, just enough for Cal to catch a brief glimpse of surprise and pleasure on the face of the woman he loved.
Giving her no chance to recover herself Cal virtually pushed his way through the small opening giving no regard to the sharp intake of breath he left in his wake.
Reaching the middle of the living room Cal turned and faced Gillian who had only just finished closing the door
“So Foster, do you make a habit of opening your door this late at night, not knowing who is on the other side – or were you expecting company? – should I leave?”
“Good evening Cal....
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