Authorís Note: Could be set at a number of points, but for some reason I think itís between 308 and 309. Up to you though...
Brian slid the loft door closed, then
stopped with a sense of shock. Instead of the stark emptiness heíd been
expecting there was a once-familiar sense of Ö life.
He stopped and considered the visual clues. A jacket was draped across the back of the couch. A backpack leaned against the wall in the corner. Best of all, a sketchbook lay open on the counter.
The sound of the shower running reached Brian and a wide grin slipped across his face.
Dropping his briefcase and pulling off his jacket he stalked predatorily towards the bathroom.
Obviously Justin had kept his key.
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