Harp’s wintry, masculine beauty perfectly matched these Gothic surroundings. He was tall, lean, and beautifully dissolute. His pale white shirt emphasized his dark complexion inherited from his Andalusian mother, and his teenage scrawniness was a distant memory. But his air of trust fund entitlement hadn’t changed. He regarded him coldly. “What do you want?” She’d given his name—he knew exactly who he was—but he acted like a stranger had entered his house. Bethany and Harp had been childhood friends, however after high university, each went their own way which worked for the best because they had a fallout. At that moment, it also occurred to Bethany that Harp had no idea he was a cooling expert. Harp had called the cooling company a little before noon and asked for heating and air conditioning service. Bethany had a strong compulsion to tell him he was there to see him and see his reaction, however then again thought better of it. She told him he was there to supply air conditioning system service, and his response was far better than if he had told him his initial thought. He was shocked however hid it well. Harp led him to the air conditioning system setup even though they both knew he knew where it was. Bethany did a thorough inspection of the cooling component and worked his magic. The air conditioner was up and running in no time. The cooling serviceman then replaced the air filter to improve the indoor air quality. Harp was impressed by how well Bethany seemed versed in the cooling technology. With the central heating and air conditioning in good condition, the cooling specialist had nothing more to do than pack up and go. Before he left, Harp thanked Bethany for taking care of his temperature control unit, and in a way, they had a silent truce.