Friday Previews

The doorbell rang, jerking Seth back to the present. Shutting his laptop, he made his way to the front door, grumbling about another interruption. As he turned the deadbolt, he wondered why no one had buzzed him from the security desk downstairs, but that didn’t pop into his head until he opened the door and stared into the now familiar face of Owen Lightfoot.He was wearing a Jimmy John’s hat and vest and holding up one of their bags. “Lunch?” he offered cheerily.
Reflexively, Seth said, “Wron...