“And the year before that.”

“You don’t even hunt, Amy,” Brad said, moving closer and dropping his voice to a smooth, pleasant whisper.

“So don’t turn this into a thing.

The guys get their deer, the stands stay up, and nobody gets hurt.”

“It’s my land, Brad.

My name’s on the title.”

“We built that place together,” Brad said.

He smiled again and leaned his hip on the edge of his desk.