The penthouse lights were on when Levi stepped off the elevator.
That was unusual.
Levi paused in the doorway, letting the lock click softly behind him. The sound of the refrigerator closing. A knife against a cutting board. Water running briefly. All those sounds came from the kitchen. That confirmed it.
Noah was home. And apparently, he was relaxed enough to be dinner.
He walked through the apartment, dropping his bag from his shoulders and held it upright.
He found Noah in the kitchen, standing at the counter assembling ingredients. The space was bathed in the soft, diffused light from the huge windows overlooking the city, but the interior lights added a deeper, warmer tone.
