Epilogue
“I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” Wolfe called out to Zack from the end of the hall. “And don’t forget you promised me lunch. Home cooked, too. And dessert. Don’t forget dessert.”
Zack waved at him from behind his cluttered desk. “I’ll make you chocolate chip muffins if you keep that new guy out of my hair tomorrow.”
“Got it.” Wolfe laughed and looked out the large bay window at the busy street. The offices he rented were on the first floor of a small building right in the center of the gay village. The building was old and in dire need of a makeover but the rent was cheap and was all they could afford. It was a nice change working at the street level and being so close to the action.
Five months ago, after his return to Montreal, Astrid, Zack and he had put their heads and mon
