A few quick raps on your door pull you out of your thoughts, your head shooting up to look at it in confusion.

Who in their right mind is here at this time of night?

You stand and pad over, wrapping your silk robe tighter around you as the knocking keeps coming as you yank the door open, ready to berate whoever's on the other side.

Your words get caught in your throat as you see Dean, your gorgeous, older, firefighter neighbor standing there, his little girl wrapped up in his arms looking adorable as ever while he himself looks positively distraught. Handsome, but distraught.

"I am so Goddamn sorry. I can't... something happened right outside town, Chief wants all hands on deck, and..."

He sighs, looking down at his little girl already slumbering in his arms.

"I'll make it up to you, I just..."