Anthony’s hand was on the door before he realized he had moved.
But right before his hand unlocked the door, he recalled sheepishly that he was very much in the nude right now.
Damn. I don't want to be put outside again.
“H-Hold that thought,” he said loudly and then flew past his paintings into the storage room, pulling a spare pair of pants and shirt from their hiding spot on one of the shelves.
Within fifteen seconds, he was dressed and rushing back to the door.
Breathing out slowly, he unlatched and opened the door to the hallway.
But the hallway was empty.
Feeling like he’d been punched in the gut, Anthony strode out and looked down both lengths of the hallway, but even before his eyes could register what he was seeing, his feet were already taking him the way William’s scent
