“Bring it straight in through the front door and put it in the main hallway,” Harper called.

“Julian needs his workspace set up before his afternoon calls.”

I climbed out of my car and shut the door behind me.

“Put that down on the driveway and load it back on the truck.”

The lead mover stopped on the gravel path, still holding his end of the desk, while his partner glanced over at me awkwardly.

Julian came out through the open front door with a ceramic mug of hot tea.

He stepped down onto the porch landing and gave me a smooth smile.