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Mac unbuckled her seatbelt and shifted to face Harm. �Do you want to talk about it?� she asked softly.
�Not right now,� Harm replied without looking away from the rain that was pelting down on the windshield.
�Okay,� Mac said. She had expected that, but had needed to ask anyway. �I�ll see you tomorrow.�
�Bright and early,� Harm replied with a nod.
Mac put her hand on Harm�s shoulder. �I�ll keep the phone with me, in case you decide you need to talk,� she said gently.
Harm turned and smiled a sad little smile at her. �Thanks, Mac, but there�s so much I need to work through in my own head before I can even think about talking this all out.�
�I�ll still keep the phone close by, just in case,� Mac said. She gave his arm a squeeze and then headed out into the rain again. Harm waited until she was safely inside before he pulled away from the curb and started driving around, knowing that if he went home he would end up either going through Diane�s letters again or falling asleep and not waking up in time for work. Neither was a very good option at that moment, so Harm chose to stay mobile.
Two hours later the rain had let up and, after filling his tank with gas, Harm drove back to Georgetown and parked out in front of The Washington. He could see that the light in Mac�s living room was on, though, knowing her, that didn�t necessarily mean that she was still awake.
But whether she was awake or not was immaterial.
She had said she would be there if he wanted to talk.
And he wanted to talk.