Moonrise

Wyck turned on his best smile as Harper mounted the steps. She looks like she's going to the gallows, he thought. I need to remedy that. "Harper! This is a surprise."

Harper's lips turned up in a grim smile. "For me, too. I went for a drive and just kinda ended up here," she confessed.

"C'mon in out of the cold now that you're here. It's freezing." Wyck moved aside and ushered her in. "Can I take your coat?"

"Um, I guess. Thanks," Harper replied, glancing around the familiar room. File folders were piled on the old coffee table with a glass filled with dark amber liquid. A fire crackled in the fireplace making the small room warm as toast.

"So, are you renting this place now?" she asked, confused by the new lived-in feel of the place.

"Just bought it actually," Wyck replied. "Have a seat," he offered as he hung her coat on a hook behind the door.

"It looks like you're working. I don't want to interrupt," Harper noted.

"Not at all," Wyck assured her. "Nothing that I can't do tomorrow