Samuel Meets His Match
(3rd Ally/Dante Lunch Hour Read)
(urban fantasy, romance)
Someone pounded on the door. Was this becoming a habit? Visitors dropping by before Ally wanted to see them? She opened an eye and looked at the alarm clock on her nightstand. It wasn't like she slept in. She usually got up at eight every morning, but whoever expected her to be social before five didn't know her very well.
The pounding didn't stop. For the first time, she wished for neighbors. They'd poke their heads out of their apartment doors and tell the idiot to take a hike. Not gonna happen. She lived above a pawn shop, between two other downtown businesses. None of them were open. Whoever was making the noise would just stand outside her door and knock until she got up.
She groaned, rolled out of bed, and stalked to the living room, grabbing her robe on the way. If an enemy tried to rush her, they couldn't enter her apartment—her wards were too strong. She threw the door open and glared.