Page 8 of Bodyguard By Night

“You and me both.” I glanced back at the old two-story house that wasn’t sure if it wanted to be a brownstone or a concrete slab. When I’d first moved in, I thought it was charming in its uncertainty—kind of like me.

Now I just saw how much it didn’t fit me anymore.

I gave Merry one more hug. “I’ll send pictures of the beautiful bride.”

“You better.”

“See ya.”

I climbed into Lola, my SUV and headed north.

I wasn’t sure Happy Acres would be a good fit either, but anything was better than here right now.