I practically ran up the back steps when I got there. I gritted my teeth and growled in frustration when I discovered that the door was still locked. I knocked and waited. And waited. And waited. I heard slight rustling behind the door. He was standing close, probably just on the other side. “Grayson.” I smiled. “I know you’re there.” Nothing. “Thank you for the ticket.” I waited. Still nothing. Frustrated, I sighed loudly. “I just thought you should know I signed up for a class on breaking and entering. They teach how to pick locks. Yeah, they focus on breaking into banks and sneaking up on naked, unsuspecting men.” Nothing. Okay. After that wisecrack, he probably thought I was nuts. I gave it another minute and then plodded back down the steps. I walked into the main room and my gaze immediately flew to the sign on the door.
