During the trip home, Grace and Cullen discussed the restaurant, their meal, and other easy topics, the vehicle’s dim interior leading an intimacy to their journey. A faint edginess assailed Grace. Probably residual annoyance at Jeff and the sense of lingering betrayal.
Cullen indicated a left turn. “My idea is to knock out some internal walls to make the place more open plan. What do you think?”
“I’ve considered the same thing,” Grace said, seizing on the topic. “But I take a while to make important big decisions like that. I mean, what if I didn’t like the result? Then, Jeff and I talked. He wanted me to sell and for us to get a more modern place. I won’t sell—not now that Jeff has stolen my money.” She shrugged. “It’s not as if I have time for a major renovation, anyway. My job keeps
