He racked his brain for straightforward, no-trick ways to get through to Keir, but came up dry. Finally noticing the deepening gloom, he realized the day was just about over. He shivered in the chill breeze blowing into the room. Time to close the windows. He made his way through the condo, locking up for the night.
In the kitchen, he paused to look out the western-facing window. Enough light remained to see black clouds massing, and they looked like trouble. Could be a good thing. He needed something to blow the bullshit out of his head. A rousing storm might shake loose some ideas on how to break through Keir’s resistance.
Something had better, or Riley was going to lose the man.
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