Chapter 43

The next morning as I came down the stairs smothering a yawn, Brian was flipping through channels on the TV, the volume blasting. With a shake of my head, I made my way toward the kitchen, then uttered a groan as I stepped into the room. Pots, pans, dishes and the makings of God only knew what, were everywhere; they overflowed the sink, the counters, and spilled over onto the floor. As I gazed at the sight before me, I couldn’t help thinking, damn Brian, what the hell did you make that could have possibly made this big of a mess*? Jesus, I mean, I loved having Brian as a roommate, but the guy had no respect for cleanliness.

With a shake of my head, I gave one last look at the disaster, then turned on my heel and exited the room. Nope, not dealing with it today!

As I was passing the front door, my steps were abruptly stilled by the knocking that came from the outside of it.

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Moments later, the last thing I expected to see when I swung the door open was the sight of a man in a sharp su