As soon as they’d ended the call, Michael got up, went into the bathroom to throw some water on his face, and then put on a pair of jeans. He’d barely finished when he heard the buzzer. Going to the call box, he asked, “Who’s there?”
“It’s me,” Reid replied, his voice sounding tinny over the intercom. Fairly certain it was him, Michael buzzed him in, then waited, standing in his open doorway. When he heard the elevator arrive on his floor, he tensed, ready to slam his door closed if anyone other than Reid appeared around the hallway corner.
“It really was, is me,” Reid said as soon as he saw Michael.
“I figured, but at this hour I wasn’t taking any chances.” Michael stepped aside to let him in, then closed and locked the door. “Okay, what’s so important it couldn’t wait until morning?”
