![]() I glance up at him and then back at Ethan’s door. When I find it, he moves beside me, pressing a hand against the door. The guy steps aside and makes room for me but I’m careful not to make further eye contact with him. The guy faces me and I motion toward Ethan’s door to let him know I need past him. I walk toward Ethan’s apartment and clear my throat. He just keeps pacing back and forth, looking at Ethan’s door. ![]() I watch him, hoping he’ll leave, but he never does. ![]() He takes another three steps in the other direction and pauses again. He takes three steps, then pauses and looks at the door. ![]() There’s a guy pacing the hallway directly in front of Ethan’s apartment. When I reach Ethan’s floor, I pause as soon as I step out of the elevator. We’ve been doing so much planning for our wedding it’s been weeks since we had an actual home-cooked meal together. I came back a day early but decided not to tell him. Ethan should be home at eight, so I’ll have plenty of time to surprise him with dinner. I look down at my phone and see that it’s already after seven. ![]() But today, he simply held the door open with a stoic expression. Vincent has been my favorite doorman since Ethan moved into this apartment building. That thought plagues me during the entire ride up the elevator to Ethan’s floor. ![]()
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