CHAPTER 23
GRACIELLA
“Blake?!”
I almost jumped to my place when I opened the door and Blake was standing there with hands on his hips. He raised an eyebrow when I just stood at the door, with a small gap that not even a fly could enter.
“Well—Are you going to let me in or we will talk here for your neighbors to hear everything we say?”
Here goes the Blake I knew, demanding, authoritative, and always has the last brilliant statement to say.
I stood in a corner and opened the door wider without a word. I wouldn’t win on him anyway.
He shoved past me, strutted to the insides, and stood still in the middle of my receiving area.
“Nice unit you have here,” he said after a moment. Blake had surveyed the open-plan kitchen and dining areas within the past minutes.
I checked the time on t
