Lena stopped spinning her silver ring.

She stepped right in between Michael and the counter.

“Travis has a lot to take care of around here,” Lena said.

Michael’s eyes went from the keys to Lena’s face.

“How did he end up with his own set to this house?” Michael asked.

“I gave him a copy after we’d been dating two weeks,” Lena said.

“He needed them to get the mail while I worked late shifts at the clinic.”

“Two weeks is awfully fast, Lena.”