She looked up at him with those big, brown eyes and nodded. She led him from the kitchen out onto the back deck. There was a wicker loveseat that looked like it had seen better days overlooking an overgrown yard. She sat on the love seat and he joined her, cringing at the creak it made under his weight.

“I think I’m going to have to end our contract early,” she said, taking a sip of the wine and closing her eyes.

“That’s not what I wanted to talk about,” he ...