Wade was dragged out of sleep by the pounding on the door.
He groaned, rolling over and squinting at the dim morning light filtering through the curtains.
For a moment, he considered ignoring it, but the knocking came again, louder and firmer this time.
With a muttered curse, he shoved off the blanket, stumbling across the room.
His bare feet slapped against the cool wooden floor as he unlocked the deadbolt and swung the door open.
Rowan stood there, arms crossed, his expression equal parts serious and concerned.
"Morning," Rowan said. "Or whatever time you call it when you're still in bed."
"It's too fucking early for this," Wade muttered, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "What's up?"
Rowan stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, shutting the door behind him.
"I came to ask about last night. How did your meeting with Fairchild go?"
Wade perked up at that, his exhaustion giving way to alertness.
