A loud, purposeful knock on the front door froze him in place with his fist over the fabric.
“Hey, dude, it’s me. I brought you all four Bloodsport movies. Open up!”
Jason’s voice filtered past the front door, and he and Violet flew apart like teenagers at a party raid.
No way. This wasn’t happening. He had not just gotten cock-blocked by his best friend and partner, AKA the only living relative of the woman he’d very nearly stripped naked in his front hallway.
