+hunterinprogress is new to the game
Dianna rubbed her temples as the pounding on the door continued. She didn't check the clock on the stand as she rolled into a seated position at the edge of the bed and took a breath, pushing her hair out of her face. There had better be a damn good reason that someone was trying to put a hole in her door at this hour of the morning.
"Just give me a minute!" she yelled. Where was Sam? She could ponder that question once she dealt with the battering ram at the door. Grateful for her bad habit of sleeping fully clothed, she drug herself across the room to the door, undoing the deadbolt and pulling it as far open as the chain would allow.
"This had better be important and you'd better have pie," she grumbled at the young woman at her door.
