Like Christ on a Bad Day
He shouldered open the door after keying in the lock, pulling off his soaked coat and shirt almost immediately. He divested them in a pile on the ground, and the harnesses he hung. Alice suppressed a shudder as a cockroach scuttled across the wall to escape his hand. “Whoa now,” he said softly, drawing his hand back. His voice was weighed with exhaustion. She felt the hair on her arms prick when she spied Cat’s neck, where an old site for hardware integration sat between his