“Robert, thank you for coming. Please leave.”
“It could be money.”
“I’m happy to wait while you…”
“I’m not selling. I don’t want an appraisal. Take your folder and go.”
“Should I send the report to your husband?” Robert asked.
“No. And please don’t discuss anything you saw here with anyone else.”
Robert looked at Declan, who was practically vibrating with impatience.
“Of course.”
“I’m not selling.”
The front door closed behind him.
“Great,” Declan said. “You just humiliated me in front of him.”
“You did that yourself when you brought him here.”
I locked the door.
“Now talk.”
“I’m trying to save our family’s finances!”
“I’m trying to save our family’s finances!”
“By going behind my back?”
“You spent your entire inheritance on a house that’s falling apart!”
“My inheritance, Declan.”
