Kirk stepped across the threshold as Kimi held the door wide for him. Her gesture was polite yet cautious as she murmured her invitation for him to enter. His dark eyes swept the interior of the modest home before settling on her face for a brief moment.
Outside, Dynasty remained by his vehicle, the afternoon sunlight catching the blue of his eyes as he shook his head repeatedly at Kimi's beckoning waves. She would not be deterred. With determined steps, she approached him and wrapped her fingers around his wrist.
"Come on," she insisted, tugging him toward the house with surprising strength for her small frame.
Dynasty's resistance crumbled under her persistence, and he allowed himself to be led inside with a reluctant chuckle. Once in the living room, Kimi released his hand and gestured toward the worn but comfortable sofa.
