Chapter 24Last night, Nick finally called. There was something intense in his voice.
I couldn’t resist it.
When the cab pulled up by Split’s back door, I climbed out and turned my face to Nick’s window. Through the thin curtains, I caught sight of his dark silhouette moving along the loft’s bare walls. Standing in the vacant lot behind the restaurant, I pressed my hat against my chest, tapping my heel to the beat of my own heart. Not knowing to expect, I climbed the wrought iron stairs. I knocked twice.
The sound of Escoffier’s bark ripped the silent night to shreds, and I tensed yet a little more, waiting for my lover to let me in. Nick’s face appeared in the doorway. “O’Reilly.” He leaned his head against the door frame and smiled a sad smile. “Come in.”
Inside, Esco welcomed me with
