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"When does he get back?"

"To and I haven’t slept for days" She wrinkled her nose, looking down at hi somewhere in the house

"Ooops Sorry," she said, and eased the door shut

Sutton and I headed down her drive to the car

"I can’t believe she didn’t ask why you were quizzing her about the fence If you’re not buying or renting, then what’s it to you?"

"I didn’t say I wouldn’t rent I said, ‘I hadn’t thought about that’ "

"But you didn’t get the guy’s number when she offered it"

"Sutton, the trick in a situation like this is to behave as though your questions are co to stop to ponder the inconsistencies"

"It still seems pushy"

"Of course"

We picked up my car and drove the short half-mile from Ramona Road to Alita Lane It wasn’t hard to spot the Spanish-style house, which was long and low, a cream-colored stucco with a se on one end

As I got out of the Mustang, Sutton said, "Youbehind you not saying a hile you chat people up"

"Suit yourself I’ll be right back"