"Piers?" an exasperated woman said.
"Yeah." Killam groaned, but held still.
Yup, he deserved that.
"What the hell?" Ivy shoved him sideways and he took a painful step away from her.
He peered out of the corner of his eye at the woman, half afraid she'd deck him again. He couldn't in good conscience fight back. He had broken in.
Unlike earlier, she wore baggy black sweatpants and a black T-shirt. Her hair was up and she was looking at him like she was trying to decide which part to cut off first.
"I guess you didn't lie about where you lived," he said.
"Why are you here?" she demanded in a seething whisper.
"To check on you, Christ." He rubbed his thigh.
Ivy made an exasperated sound and stalked across to the patio door. She glanced out, then pulled the door and locked it. This time she also yanked the blinds over, blocking anyone's view of the apartment interior.
He didn't need the lights on to feel her glare as she stomped toward him.
"In here," she snapped.