His smile twitched.
Rank mattered to men like him.
“How is overseas?” he asked.
“Hot,” I said.
He laughed too loudly.
“Yeah, I bet. Nothing like being back home though, right?”
I looked directly at him.
“Depends on the home.”
His smile remained, but his eyes changed.
Chloe moved beside him and slipped her arm through his.
“We made your room really nice,” she said. “I think you’ll like the basement once it’s finished.”
Once it was finished.
They already had future plans for my house.
I took another drink without answering.
Across the yard, Richard watched me.
He nodded toward the side of the house.
Private conversation.
Of course.
I followed him.
“You need to handle something tomorrow,” he said immediately.
No greeting.
Just an order.
“What kind of something?”
“A transfer,” he said. “Paperwork. Simple.”
I already knew where this was going.
“Transfer of what?”
“The house.”
