Malicious Intent

When they reached their apartment, she was exhausted. But happy.

And the Masters held her carefully, like she was made of glass, as she stepped out. It was drizzling, and once they alighted at the entrance, the Irishman swept her up in his arms and carried her inside.

"Put me down, O'Grady, "she hissed in embarrassment. Some of the people in the lobby of the large apartment block were watching them in amusement.

He laughed softly, the droplets of rain ...