Okay, Adam, you can do this. He wasn’t mad when he left you last night. Everything will be fine. I blew out a breath, lifting my hand nervously and…
Knock, knock, knock.
A few seconds later the door flew open, there stood Ian’s son, shirtless, and in a pair of long plaid pajama bottoms. At first, his face was contorted in confusion, then softened into recognition. “Hi Detective, how’s your partner and her Dad,” He tilted his head.
“Hanging in there, for now at least. Thank you for