Which is how I ended up staring at a hole in my grandmother’s wall and a stranger’s smile.
On the floor between us sat a small metal chest.
“Who is this?”
“Robert.” The man held out his hand. “I’m a real estate appraiser. Your husband asked me to look at the property.”
I didn’t shake it. I turned to Declan.
On the floor between us sat a small metal chest.
“You brought an appraiser into my house?”
“I wanted to know what it’s actually worth.”
“Why? I already bought it.”
“Exactly. I wanted to know how much of your money we could get back.”
“You were going to sell it behind my back.”
“I never said sell! I wanted numbers. So you’d see reason.”
“You brought an appraiser into my house?”
“He did ask what it would go for as-is,” Robert added.
Declan glared at him.
“Thanks, Robert,” I said. “Now explain the wall.”
