“Not one with four walls and a sound roof.”

“Then we need forty thousand down,” I said.

“Half.”

“It’ll take us five years to save that much on my shop wage and your billing desk pay,” he said.

“Not if we work four shifts instead of two,” I said.

He didn’t answer right away, but his left hand tightened on the steering wheel until his knuckles went pale.

“We don’t tell my mother,” Nate said.

“We don’t tell anyone,” I said.