"You cooked for me?" Her tone was notably surprised, although the gesture touched her. She'd never had a neighbor make food for her. Although, in her last building, James would have been more likely to see a roofie cocktail than any sort of baked good.
Juggling the paper cup of cooled coffee in her hand, James jammed her key into the lock and gave it a rough twist. Nudging the door with her hip, she sent it wide and gestured Li inside. "I'm never too busy," she promised.