Stevie-lou's POV.

I stared at the door for a long second after it creaked open, like I couldn’t quite believe what I was seeing.

Smith.

Tall, stiff, in that dark coat he always wore when he was working. He looked like he’d come straight from barking orders to a boardroom full of terrified execs. Only now, he was standing in my crappy little doorway, his jaw clenched and his eyes everywhere but on me. Like even being here pissed him off, but not enough to walk away.

My hand was still on the doorknob. I didn’t say anything.

He didn’t either.

Just pushed the door wider and walked in. Like...