The front door of the former Connor residence shut behind Matthew with a little more force than he would have assumed necessary. He blamed it on the wind and carried on down the hallway toward the kitchen. So the sound of Gavin’s shoes being dropped at the entrance, though dramatically loud, didn’t really register in his head. He did give Gavin a quick look when Gavin first flicked open one of the kitchen cupboards hard enough to make it snap against the wall and again when it was shut with just as much of a bang. But it wasn’t until Gavin reefed on the door to the fridge and set everything sitting on the little shelves inside it dancing and jangling, that Matthew finally said something. “Did you get a sliver in your heel on the way home or something?”
Gavin pulled his head out of the inn
