Margaret’s POV

I brought out my phone to text him.

‘Let me in?’ I asked, and honestly, did I want him to say yes? Or send me home? At this point I didn’t even know.

‘Where are you?’

I hesitated. In front of your building.

I’d barely had time to consider what I was doing, turning to look back in the direction I’d come, when the front door flew open and he stepped outside.

“Holy shit, it’s freezing!” he yelled, and then looked behind me to the empty curb. “For fuck’s sake, Maggie, did you at least take a cab here?”

Wincing, I admitted, “I walked.”

“At three a.m.? Are...