Hours later he pulled up behind Indy’s car. She still sat behind the wheel, so he opened the door for her.
She wore her bar uniform. She probably planned to head in after showing him the house. Indy stepped from the car and flourished her hand down the length of her body. “As promised.”
“What?”
“I told you I’d wear my uniform to the next house I showed you.” She smiled and closed her door. “I switched shifts and didn’t have time to go home to change.”
“Surprisingly, I don’t mind.”
He recognized the sweatshirt she pulled on. “You look good in my clothes.”
“Thanks. Come on,” she said, tugging his hand. “You have to see this house. It’s perfect.”
“Perfect, huh?” He looked up at the shadowed form looming in front of him. The color was indiscernible in the dark.
“I have the keys. The ne
