A quiet, persistent knock on his door awakened Blaze. Squinting, he read the time on the digital clock beside his bed as two in the morning.
Who in the hell is that? Maybe some drunk who lost his key and thinks this is his room?
He stumbled for the door, hit his shin on a piece of furniture, and the pain made him swear loud enough to be heard in the next four rooms. The peephole showed Logan standing in the corridor, and a flood of feeling swept away all his irritation and pain as surely as a breeze could clear clouds. In seconds, he had the door unlocked and pushed wide as he opened his arms to the man he loved.
“What are you doing here? I thought—” But when he saw the stark hunger in Logan’s eyes, he knew why.
“Shh.” Logan pressed inside, shut and locked the door. “I know this is ris
