She lunged for it but he held it higher out of her reach.
He frowned and reached into his pocket for the folded, worn piece of paper. She shrugged off his hand and wiped her hair from her eyes. He crossed the room and leaned down to help her to her feet.
When she got back down on the floor again, a surge of irritation hit him once more. It wasn’t that he’d expected her to be any more compliant today, but he’d hoped after the initial shock, she’d be a little less…angry. I don’t want you here.” She went into the kitchen, opening and shutting cabinets, obviously looking for something. “And so you thought you’d just come on in? Did the art of knocking escape you? Get a clue, Ryan. She made a sound of frustration and then pushed herself upward. He pushed it open to find her on her hands and knees, peering under the rickety recliner. It annoyed him that her door wasn’t locked. He wasn’t entirely expecting to find her home, but he’d stopped in at the diner in case she’d gone to work, only to be told by a surly man named Ralph that she wasn’t there. It was a wonder she hadn’t already fallen down them. Ryan mounted the steps to Kelly’s apartment, grimacing as he took in the missing handrail and the shaky stairs.
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