Chapter 8Dillon was busy checking on the stock of various tea leaves in the kitchen when he heard the faint knocking sound on the door. He couldn’t see through the walls or any solid objects. He couldn’t sniff out the scent of whoever was standing outside the entrance to his teahouse because he didn’t possess that kind of ability. However, he had a strong feeling about the identity of the visitor. Since Riordan was still asleep in the bedroom they shared upstairs, there could only be one person out there. After all, it wasn’t even seven o’clock yet. Dillon grinned when he eventually answered the door. His guess was accurate.
“Hey, Darby.”
Darby beamed widely at Dillon. He looked so happy, it reminded Dillon of an eager puppy sticking its tongue out and wagging its tail nonstop.
“Hey!” D
