My house.
“Son of a bitch,” I muttered under my breath.
Getting out, I slammed the door and walked over to the place where I had left it. I walked the perimeter of where it should have been, studying the marks that had been left behind, but the damn house was not there.
Scratching my jaw, I thought maybe I was imagining things. Surely, a house didn’t just get up and drive away.
Well, most houses.
This house had wheels.
Pulling out my phone, I dialed Blake’s number.
“Hey, babe!”
“Uh…Blake?”
“Yes,” she said slowly.
“Have you uh…happened to see our house?”
“Yes,” she answered, confused by the question. “Why?”
“Well…” I looked around again, wondering if maybe I drove to the wrong spot. But then again, I knew this land like the back of my hand. I wasn’t likely to misplace something like a house.
“Well, what?”
“I’m here.”
“Okay?”
“And the house is not.”
She huffed out a laugh. “Don’t be silly. A house doesn’t just up and drive away.”
“Well, this one did.”
She was silent on the other end for a moment. “Well, that does pose a problem.”
“You think?”
“Who would have moved our house?”
I was about to tell her to go through the list of suspects when I realized there was only one man I could think of who would pull something like this.
“Jeff,” we both said at the same time.
“Goddamnit, I’m gonna kill him.”
“Well, don’t do that yet. We still need him to tell us where our house is,” she mused.
Never in all my life had I been this pissed at my brother. I was tired and ready for a relaxing night, but that wasn’t going to happen as long as my house was actually missing.
“Alright, I’ll find out where it is.”
“Good, and Parker?”
“Yeah?”
