Harp’s wintry, masculine beauty perfectly matched these Gothic surroundings.
He was tall, lean, and beautifully dissolute.
His certainly white shirt also 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 her coldly. “What do you want?” She’d given her name—he knew exactly who she was—but he acted like a stranger had entered his house. Bethany and Harp had been childhood friends, however after private school, 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 she was a cooling expert. Harp had also called the cooling company a little before noon and asked for HVAC maintenance. Bethany had a strong compulsion to tell him she was there to see him and see his reaction, however then again thought better of it. She told him she was there to supply cooling system service, and his response was far better than if she had told him her initial thought. He was shocked however hid it well. Harp led her to the cooling system setup even though they both knew she knew where it was. Bethany did a thorough inspection of the cooling device and worked her magic. The air conditioner was up and running in no time. The cooling professional 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 HVAC in good and fantastic condition, the cooling specialist had nothing more to do than pack up and go. Before she left, Harp thanked Bethany for taking care of his climate control unit, and in a way, they had a silent truce.