Lena’s POV

I stared at him for a second, taking in the way he looked tired and a little frantically around the eyes like he had run a marathon to catch the bus to get her, then without a word, I shrugged and stepped aside in slow motion to let him in.

Flashing me a smile as if to thank me for not chasing him and letting the effort he made to get here go down the drain, he walked straight past me like he owned the place, and made his way to the kitchen.

I followed him behind at a slower ...