He sounded completely reasonable.”

“Vance went over those loan papers again this morning,” Sarah said, her voice dropping into a stern order.

“The closing deadline on that second mortgage is Friday the twelfth.

That’s exactly three days from now.”

“I know what day Friday is,” I answered.

“He’s playing you,” Sarah said.

“He’s being sweet because he badly needs your signature on that quitclaim deed before Friday.”

“What if he really is trying to fix things between us?” I asked softly.