The casita was never supposed to be permanent.”

“This house belongs to my trust, Daniel, and that sign on the porch stays right where it is,” I said.

Renee took a half step back toward the entry hall, her eyes flicking between the court papers and the yellow swatches on the wall.

“We’ve got sixty-two days left on our main credit line, Daniel.

You told me the commission on the Shea property was coming through.”

“The Shea buyer backed out on Tuesday,” Daniel said, his voice flat.