“He does,” Chloe said.

“He’s picking up three new property titles in town before the month is out.”

She put her cup down on the table with a light tap.

“Some of those titles are being moved into secondary corporate holdings,” she said.

“Why would he move our house?” I asked.

Chloe smoothed her skirt once more, running her hand over the wool from her hip down to her knee.

“He said you wouldn’t care about the administrative details,” she said.