The heavy front door swung open before Phoebe’s fingers could even touch the metal handle. Damon stood in the frame, his tall, broad figure filling the entryway.
Phoebe paused for a second. Then her face broke into a wide smile. When Damon noticed the bags she was carrying, he reached out and took some of the heavy bags from her hands without asking.
“I can carry them,” she said, reaching back for the handles.
“I know,” he replied. “But let me." He turned and held the door open wider for her to walk through.
As they went up the stairs, she noticed he was still wearing his formal work clothes, though his tie was gone and the long sleeves of the white button-down shirt were rolled up to his elbows. "You haven't changed. Did you just get back?" She asked.
"Not long ago," he said.
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