Chapter 4It had been a long week, but luckily Eason only had one day left to work before it was weekend again. The July heat had the clothes sticking to his body most uncomfortably, and he couldn’t wait to get out of the suit.
As he walked up the last flight of stairs, a pink Post-it caught his eye. It was fastened to his door right above the keyhole.
Sighing, he grabbed it and read: Your cat is under my bed.
Eason’s heart banged hard. Loki. He rang Nate’s doorbell, and when the door opened, Eason pushed past Nate.
“Loki? Loki, come to Daddy.” He looked around. Nate’s apartment was neat and clean—not at all what he’d expected. He located the bedroom and dropped to his knees. As he looked in under the bed, he heard the rustle of clothes from behind him and looked back between his knees
