She watched him turn off the Jeep then lean back and run his hands through his hair, staring up at the sky. For a few minutes he didn’t move.His face looked harder, as if the angles were somehow more pronounced and there was a tension around his eyes and mouth she hadn’t seen before. As he walked up the sidewalk, she could see his jaw was clenched tightly.She got up and walked into the hall. He opened the door and for a moment he looked at her as if he didn’t know her. Then his face softened and he smiled.“Hello there, Lyra with a ‘y’. I see you kept your promise. It’s good to see you.”“You, too.”“What’s Michael’s car doing here so early?” he asked as they walked down the hall to the den.Lyra stopped. He took a few steps then turned and looked at her. “What’s wrong?”“There was a little trouble while you were gone.”“A little trouble?”“I’d call it a lot of trouble,” Michael’s voice came from the doorway.Nick turned to him and Michael gestured.
