The longer dark brown wool coat was great for keeping her warm, especially when she wore a long sweater over leggings, but inside it quickly became too hot. She adjusted her purse, shifted the six-pack of beer to her other hand, and waited. A shadow flit across the peephole, and the door opened. “You always use your peephole? Very commendable. You can never be too cautious,” Margo teased. Trace hid a smile. “Everyone has a dark side,” he said, his blue eyes twinkling. Margo’s smile faded and she looked away. True. Too true. She handed him the beer. “For you. I wasn’t sure how hard it would be to carry beer home with your arm in a sling. So in case your supply is getting low.” “Thank you. Luckily my drinking arm is fine, and beer is always welcome.” Her snowboard, overnight case, and sleeping bag were sitting inside the door.
