“Huh?” Brian tipped over in his squat. He caught himself before his ass could hit the grass, but it wasn’t pretty. Trust Wilt to get in his car and leave Brian to his own devices. The interruption all but obliterated whatever he’d been thinking about, but he had bigger fish to fry, like whether this woman was about to call the cops on him for trespassing.

“Yeah… sorry. Is this your house?”

Wow. No, the owner of this house was in a morgue awaiting transport to a hole in the ground. His face betrayed his frustration with his own dumb question as he stood up and wiped his damp hand on his jeans.