Chapter 11

“I thought it was part of the deal, Mr. Behr,” she said sternly, as if I was breaking the conditions of the agreement.

What the fuck?

I cleared my throat.

“We need to go by the lumberyard and pick up a few more boards,” Jeff broke in. He gestured to the lumber on the grass. “And check on a few other things.”

She glared at me, but gave him a smile.

“Well, you could have told us sooner,” she huffed to me. If I routinely ate at clients’ houses, she’d have a point. But it had never been a policy at Behr Construction. Never.

So the question remained. What the hell was going on? 5

“What were you doing back there?” I growled as Jeff buckled up and I started the truck.

“With Mrs. Winter?” He looked so innocent, as if he couldn’t see the top of my head was about to explode.

“Thought you were along as an observer.”

“Oh, so you’re mad at me now.” He was smirking. I wanted to hit him, but I never hit anyone. Ever. Everybody is smaller than me.

“Observer means looking. Not speaking.”