Troy pulled his truck into the driveway and cut the engine. Fisher was sitting on his front steps, forearms draped over his thighs, looking like he’d slept as little as he had this week. Opening the car door, Troy stepped out into the humidity and up the front walk. Fisher rose. “What brings you by?” Fisher rubbed the back of his neck. “Guilt.” Good. He should feel guilty. “Why didn’t you use your key? It’s hot out here.” Fisher shrugged, looking everywhere but at Troy. “Wasn’t sure if you’d want it back after what happened.” Troy watched him for a long minute and nodded. “Want a beer?” Fisher blew out a breath. “Yes.” He glanced down at Fisher’s hand as he unlocked the front door. “What’s that?” he asked, pointing to the envelope in his hands. They stepped inside, the AC feeling like Heaven as it cooled his skin. “I don’t know. FedEx brought it by while I was waiting. It’s from the Hortons.” Interesting. He shut the door. “Just leave it on the table.
