Even though I'm sure it's Ridge, I'm concerned he didn't use his key. I sneak to the partition that separates the kitchen and living room. Around the side I try to see out the window to the side of the door. To my dismay, Richie put the curtains up when he finished this morning and the cow shape patterned fabric blocks everything. Probably a print Aunt Gertie ordered from the Country Curtains catalog. From the number of them lying around the house and in the mailbox, she was a frequent shopper.
"I'm using my key," Ridge yells into the door, and then the handle twists and opens. He steps inside and turns to punch in the code Riley made me set up today to stop the alarm from beeping.
I'm not sure what kind of social call this is, so I'm not up on my etiquette. From the plaid boxers Ridge i
