Michael was dressed, in jeans and a nice shirt, and pacing the living room when his buzzer let him know Reid had arrived. “I’ll be right down,” he said when he answered, a bit surprised when Reid didn’t reply. “Did you hear me?” he asked, a logical question since the phone for the call boxes in the building sometimes was less than reliable. There was no answer, so he figured it was acting up again. Checking to be certain he had everything; he locked up, set the alarm, and went downstairs. He frowned when he didn’t see Reid in the entryway. His frown deepened when Reid’s car pulled up in front of the building seconds later and Reid got out.
“Waiting for me?” Reid asked with a smile when Michael came out to greet him.
“I thought you were here already,” Michael replied, explaining why.
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