Behind Closed Doors: Nine Forbidden Nights
he adds, making sure I can’t squeeze past him.
Unfortunately for me, he’s placed himself right in front of my door. “Lucky us, huh?”
I take a shallow breath and square my shoulders. “If you consider me being stuck on the same floor as an ignorant, pushy grease ball lucky, then yeah.” I clench my ski poles, being sure he sees the tips. “Lucky me.”
Again, as he did last night, Greaser Boy seems hurt. Miffed at my