Chapter 8

They looked at each other, wide-eyed, neither daring to breathe. “It’s him,” Rachel whispered, as if whoever was on the porch might hear her.

Jason shoved the phone into her hands. “Go, go, let me get it.”

Clutching the phone to her chest, Rachel retreated to the living room, where she hovered close enough to the doorway to overhear. Jason unlocked the front door and pulled it wide, the hinges creaking as he did. The screen door screeched open, then Jason said, “Hey. Elliot, right?”

The male voice that answered was a little deeper than her husband’s, with an affected drawl that sounded bored or jaded. “Yes, and you’re Jason. Can I come in, or do you want to get busy out here where everyone can see?”

Rachel stifled a giggle as Jason hurried to say, “Come in, come in.”