He glared at me. "We're going to have a talk about this. I see a lot of opportunity in it for you."
"You mean a lot of money."
"Money won't kill you, Lin."
"Bullshit. You're billing me for this hour."
"I'll back out a tenth," he replied with a laugh. He jabbed a finger toward Midge's house. "Here's some free advice aboutthat."
It was my turn to roll my eyes. "Your advice is never free."
"Listen. Take it from me. Give the strange girl a place to stay."
My brother had a bizarre story about meeting his fiancée on an airplane, immediately hiring her to work in his office, and then taking her home with him the same day.So bizarre. "I'd say that advice applies once in a blue moon."
"All I'm saying is, be a good neighbor. Let her crash in your den for a night or two while she gets her place sorted out. Don't be an ass about it. You never know what might happen."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
He eyed Midge's house for a second, his brows lowered. "Nothing. Just don't be an ass. Seems like she has enough to deal with right now."
"I'm not being an ass. I'm being extremely reasonable. It's ridiculous to invite a random woman to stay in my den just because you did something somewhat similar and it didn't go down in flames."
"You assumed she was a burglar," he called as he dropped into the driver's seat.
"So did you," I cried.
He pointed to his ear as the engine roared to life. Either he couldn't or didn't want to hear me. My money was on the latter. "Don't be an ass," he repeated.
"Not wanting random people in my space doesn't make me an ass," I said as he backed out of the driveway. "I don't even like having you around."
He only waved in response and drove up the street, leaving me here with all the trouble he'd chased into my life.
After scowling at the empty street, I glanced back at Midge's house only to catch sight of Jasper climbing the porch stairs, a toaster oven tucked under one arm and two grocery totes hanging from the crook of her other elbow.
The bags were crammed and cumbersome, swinging and twisting around her arm with each step. She had to hold her arm out to prevent the bags from careening into her leg but that unbalanced position made her wobble a bit.
She'd said she had this under control. That she knew what she was doing. If I sprinted across the yard to take those bags off her, she'd tell me the last thing she needed was me rushing in and telling her how to carry her stuff.
She didn't need any help from me and, like she'd said, she didn't want it either.
And I preferred it that way.
4
Jasper
One of myworst habits was my tendency to ignore things I didn't want to deal with. At this point, it was probably more of a personality trait than a habit. If I could navigate around something, even if it demanded more time and energy from me, I'd do it in a damn heartbeat.
I avoided my banking app when I knew I was running low on cash. If I didn't look, I wouldn't panic over money.
I pulled back from relationships that didn't work anymore. If I didn't participate, I wouldn't have to acknowledge the problems.
I unfollowed my nutty, conspiracy-theory-addled cousins on social media. If I didn't see their posts, I wouldn't have to engage with them on batshit crazy ideas.
And speaking of batshit…
I'd shoved all evidence of Midge's death in a drawer. The funeral, the estate, everything. If I didn't slip on an understated black dress and if I didn't eat ham salad sandwiches in a church basement— If I ignored calls from her attorney— If I tucked the paperwork in the back of my closet and pretended it wasn't there— If I did all of this, it didn't have to be real.
