Chapter 3“Hey, Mark.”
I jumped and whirled around to find Dylan peering through the open window, his face all but up against the screen. I didn’t clutch at my heart, but the adrenaline rush had it pounding hard enough to hurt for a few seconds.
“Jesus, kid. You scared the s**t out of me.”
His waggled his eyebrows. “Not a kid.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I took a deep breath, willing my heart to calm, then squinted at him. “Usually people go to the door of someone’s home, you know. They don’t peer in the window like a creeper.”
He waved that away with a careless gesture. “I would have had to walk past this window to get to the door, then stand there and wait while you got up from this very room, and walked to said door. I’m just saving us both time and energy.”
Shaking my head, I held in the chuck
