Bad Move (41 page)

I stared at the keys, wondering what, if anything, I should do about them, when Sarah came out the front door, smiling.

"Hey," she said. "They accepted."

"Great," I said. She was referring to the Hayden family. The house on Crandall was ours.

"And some agent's coming by with an offer on this place at seven," she said, coming up to the driver's door of her car, facing me across the roof.

I opened the passenger door, leaned in, took out the keys, walked around the car, and handed them to her. "Here," I said. No lecture, no smartass comment, no rolling of the eyes, no shaking of the head.

"Thanks," Sarah said, pocketing the keys, and smiling with amusement at my restraint. "You keep acting this way, people will start wondering whether you're such a big asshole after all."

And she reached her hand out to mine and led me inside.