Brian was sitting on the patio, deeply engrossed in his book when he thought he heard a sound coming through the open doors behind him. He was on his feet seconds later, tiptoeing into the house.
He made it to the living room doorway when he saw a man, his back to him as he walked toward the study.
“Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house,” Brian said with as much bravado as he could muster.
“Your house?” The man turned, one red eyebrow arched. “If it is yours, then you must be Brian.”
“Yeah. And? Answer my question.”
“A little politeness will get you farther than your present high-handed attitude,” the man replied with more than a trace of contempt, before he continued on to the study.
“Do not tell me how to act,” Brian growled, going after him. Then the penny droppe
