(Dane)
I knocked on Ridge's door the next morning.
Not early. Late enough that Sarah would be fed and Mira would have had her first coffee and Ridge wouldn't answer the door like a man who hadn't slept.
He answered on the second knock.
He looked at me for a second. The kind of look that said he already knew why I was there.
"You're supposed to be off," he said.
"I am off," I said. "This isn't club business."
He stepped back and let me in.
The section smelled like breakfast. Sarah was on her play mat in the middle of the floor doing what Sarah did, which was attempting to pull herself up on anything within reach and then looking outraged when it didn't hold her weight.
Mira looked up from the kitchen.
"Dane."
"Mira."
She went back to whatever she was doing, which told me she'd p
