Chapter 2When his intercom buzzed at four-thirty, AJ ignored it. That was one of the downfalls to living in an apartment building with front door security. When people came stumbling home after a night on the town, they didn’t really care who they woke up to get inside.
When his mobile phone started ringing right afterward, though, he knew it hadn’t been a mistake. He fumbled blindly along the top of the nightstand until he found it, and hit “talk” without opening his eyes.
“Are you sleeping?” Tyrone’s chirpy voice. Of course. “You can’t be sleeping, man. Let me up.”
“Do you know what time it is?”
“Time for you to stop dicking around and let me in. You would not believe the night I’ve had.”
Oh, yes, he would. Because getting lucky seemed to be Tyrone’s way of life, not an exception to
