Loud knocking pulled him from a restless sleep. Someone was at his door and the entire building knew it by now. Angus grabbed his phone from the nightstand and saw it was 10:30 P.M. He groaned. When had he turned into an old man? He pulled himself up and swung his legs off the bed as his eyes adjusted to the darkened room. He rubbed his face and stared blankly at the wall. What was he doing again?
More knocking jarred him out of his thoughts and he rose from the bed, padding down the hall in bare feet. He’d been sleeping in only fleece pajama bottoms and didn’t bother to put on a shirt. Whoever was at the door was probably someone he knew. Who else would come to his apartment unannounced this late on a Friday night? He flipped on the switch in the entryway and reached for the door handle.
