If I kept walking, Harrison wouldn’t even hesitate to open the front door and let me in. At some point I was going to have to invite him into my inner sanctum, in a manner of speaking. Day Five seemed as good a time as any. I dug into my pocket and took out my key. “I don’t remember if I actually cleaned my kitchen before I went upstairs.” He cocked his eyebrow. “I haven’t unpacked in three moves.” “Good point.” My nerves began to chew at my insides as I opened the door and stepped through. “Well, here it is.” I kicked my abandoned shoes closer to the closet. “Careful not to trip.” The thud of the gym bag landing on the floor sent a shiver of anticipation through me. “This place is exactly how I pictured it.” Looking around, I tried to see it through Harrison’s eyes. Organized chaos was probably the best description. My laptop was on the coffee table beside an empty chip bag and my e-reader. The pillows were still on the floor where I’d kicked them off, piled like a soft form of the game Jenga.
