He didn’t budge at first.

He looked at the check in my hand, then at my face.

“Take it,” I said again.

“And get off my porch.”

Brad walked past me out onto the wooden porch boards.

He snatched the check out of my fingers, all the smoothness gone from his voice.

“You’re making a huge mistake, Amy,” he said, his voice sinking to a low whisper.

“Opening morning isn’t going to go the way you think.”