Chapter 9
His arms were too full to manage the keycard when he returned. Ian stared at the handle for a moment, grimaced, then took a deep breath and kicked at the bottom of the door. Not too hard, not enough to get attention from anyone but Lucas, but it still felt more than a little childish to not be able to open his own door.
He stood directly in front of the peephole so Lucas would know it was him, but even then, it took several minutes for it to open. One of the bags on his shoulder slipped, but Lucas grabbed it before it hit the floor, a curious smile lighting his face as he reached to take a few more.
“Did you decide to do the tourist thing while you were out?” He stood against the door to hold it open, giving Ian room to enter. “I’ll tell you right now, I’m not wearing one of t
