“Does this house suit her or what?” Ben asks the minute I use the key she hides in a rock garden by the front door to let us in. He should be staying at my place, but I wasn’t gonna make some big deal about it and get Clara pissed at me again.
“It was her childhood home.” I set the key on the table near the front door.
“Really? Where are her parents?” He leaves his suitcase in the front foyer and starts looking around. For some reason, it irks me that he’ll be here alone. Then again, I’ve known Ben for many years—it’s not like he’s gonna steal her panties.
“She hasn’t told you?” I stand inside the door, checking my watch because I don’t want to be late picking up my dad from his treatment.
“No. This them?” He points at a picture in the living room from when she was little, her parents
