Chapter 2After he’d dropped Brad off on Royal—Bourbon being closed to traffic as usual at that time of night—Griff continued on until he found a parking space within walking distance of Nolan’s place. He suspected he was on a fool’s errand, but at least he had a legitimate reason to see the man.
Thus, when he knocked on the olive-green front door and heard a muttered, “Now what?” drift through the open window he stood his ground. The door opened a moment later and Griff’s eyes widened.
Nolan frowned, grumbling, “I didn’t order pizza, kid,” before he obviously realized who was standing there. Then, without a thought, or so it seemed, about the fact he was wearing a pair of very brief swim trunks and nothing more, he stepped back to let Griff enter. “So?” Nolan asked after closing the door
