Brett turned to see Severride at his door, about to go in. “Hey,” she called, struggling slightly with the bags in her hand and the stubborn lock.
“How’re you liking your new digs?” He said, walking over to grab a couple of the bags so that she could get the door open. “Didn’t get a chance to check things out the other day.”
“C’mon in and see for yourself.” She offered, shouldering the door open and then bumping it with her hip. She continued straight to the kitchen island as he took a few steps and stopped, whistling. Read the chapter