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the quickest way to break the goddamned lock.
    Silence from the speaker causes my chest to feel heavy with tension before it finally comes to life again.   “Straight up the stairs and it’s the first door on the right.”   The door buzzes, unlatching when I yank on it.
    Although I’m thankful that he let me in, anger flows through me as I enter the building, wondering what kind of jackass just lets a complete stranger into the locked building of a beautiful woman and tells them exactly where to find her.   That shit is going to be dealt with.
    Stepping up to the door, I raise my hand and knock loudly, calling out, “Laynie?”
    From inside, I hear a muffled voice, and then the door is pulled open.   Rushing inside, I see Laynie sitting on the couch, a glass of wine clutched in her hand.
    “You hung up on me!”   I ignore her and hurry to the couch, crouching down to check her over for injuries.   “That wasn’t very nice, Travis.”
    I look up from where I was checking her over, spearing her eyes with my own.   They are the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen.   “I ain’t nice.”
    She snorts and rolls her eyes.   “I’m learning that.”   She lifts her glass and takes a swallow of wine.   It’s then I realize that someone else had opened the door.   Standing quickly, I whip back around.   Dexter stands in front of the closed door, long tongue hanging out as he grins goofily up at me.   My eyes move to the door knob, which is actually a handle with a long cloth tied to it.
    “Your fucking dog answered the door.”
    From her place on the couch, Laynie laughs lightly.   “I know.   I told him to.”
    I turn back to her.   “That is very fucking cool.”
    She grins her wonky grin causing my heart to thud in my chest.   What the fuck is wrong with me?   And then I see the blood.   All over the hardwood floor is several trails of smeared blood.   Squatting back down in front of her, I grab her feet and look for the source of her bleeding.   “Fuck, babe.   I told you to fuckin’ sit still.”
    She shrugs and drains what’s left of her wine before wagging the empty glass at me.   “I was thirsty.”  
    I shake my head and lift her foot to inspect the damage.   Hissing through my teeth, I see several small shards of glass embedded in the skin, surrounding a large chunk buried deep in her heel.   “Fuck.   That looks like it hurts.”
    I glance up and meet her eyes, my breath catching in my chest.   They are so green.   It’s like she’s looking right at me, and for a brief moment, I forget that she can’t see.   Standing, I scoop her off the couch and start walking toward the hallway.
    She squeals and giggles, wiggling as she shouts, “Travis!   Put me down!   Where are you taking me?”
    “You got a first-aid kit in the bathroom?”
    She sighs and stops squirming, leaning back into my arms, the wide smile still on her face.   “Yes, Father.   In the medicine cabinet above the sink.”
    Shaking my head, I give her a squeeze and growl.   “Don’t be a smartass.”
    We enter the bathroom as she shrugs.   “It’s who I am.   Deal with it.”
    Smirking, I place her gently on the counter beside the sink.   After locating the first aid kit, I open it up and kneel in front of her, holding her foot up to the light.   “Gonna clean this up as best as I can, babe, but you likely need stitches.”
    Her lower lip pops out in a childish pout.   “No hospital.   Just slap a Band-Aid on it, and I’ll be fine.”
    I don’t think a fucking Band-Aid is what she needs, but I set to work cleaning it up.   Using a pair a tweezers, I carefully remove the tiny pieces of glass embedded in her skin.   Every time she cries out, my fucking heart squeezes.   I hate that I’m hurting her, but I continue, hands shaking like a goddamned pussy in my attempt to be gentle.   When I’m done, her foot is cleaned, disinfected and bandaged.   It wasn’t as bad as it had looked at