Lana's Cottage, Tuesday evening
Jim had come over, armed with groceries and one of those old movies that Lana - okay, that they both liked. All the makings of a perfect night in for two. If Lana had actually been home, that was.
Jim was understandably not pleased about Lana not being home after this weekend. He let himself in, glancing around. She had been at work, so even if there were no signs of a struggle . . .
"Calm down," he ordered himself quietly, shaking his head. He'd give himself half an hour before he went to track her down. He was her boyfriend, not her security detail. He was still frowning to himself as he moved around the small kitchen, squaring things away.
[[For said vanished girlie.]]
Jim was understandably not pleased about Lana not being home after this weekend. He let himself in, glancing around. She had been at work, so even if there were no signs of a struggle . . .
"Calm down," he ordered himself quietly, shaking his head. He'd give himself half an hour before he went to track her down. He was her boyfriend, not her security detail. He was still frowning to himself as he moved around the small kitchen, squaring things away.
[[For said vanished girlie.]]