He felt slightly off-kilter as he glanced at the front door. He wasn’t sure what her reaction to him would be in the clear light of day. Last night and this morning had been incredible. Not just incredible, spectacular, stellar even. He gave up. He just knew that he wanted a repeat performance. Hell, many repeat performances. Smiling in spite of his worry about Micah, he got out of the car and headed up the walk. Suddenly he lifted his head to sniff the air around Carly’s place. Not only was Carly not there, but another scent lingered near the condo. Tony ran for the door. He’d told her to lock it, surely that had been enough. He’d convinced himself that she hadn’t returned his calls because she was at work. Then he’d worried that maybe he had felt more than she had last night. What if he’d left her alone and his enemies had come? He would find out and then tell her how important she’d become to him even if she didn’t want to hear it. He also wanted to make sure she was okay.
