11 Chapter 11

"You wanna grab a beer?"

On the other end of the line, Porter hesitated. "It's not even five yet, man."

Harrison glanced at his watch, though he knew perfectly well what time it was. "It will be in about forty-five minutes. I haven't made it all the way to town yet." The town limit sign that flashed by the Jeep window made a liar out of him, but why mention it?

"Is everything okay?"

Sure it was. Except the cabin felt empty without Ivy.

Harrison had expected that the first night. They'd been constantly in each other's company, in each other's space, for the better part of a week. He'd known he'd miss having her in his bed. But he'd expected to re-acclimate to the solitude. That was, after all, his preferred natural habitat.