“Out here?” Cliff’s brows raised. He tried to think of anyone who might have business with him, because his neighbors and friends sure didn’t drive those cars. Useless out here.
He walked in through the back door and mudroom. His housekeeper, Jean, was at the kitchen sink. She looked at him, and her expression held none of its usual welcome.
“She’s in the living room.”
“Who?”
“Go look.”
He shook his head, wondering what the hell was going on. “Coffee?”
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