Anna POV
“Sure, I’m all ears.”
"There's been a man parked outside the gate twice this week. Different cars both times." She’d said.
I asked her not to worry, I’ll let Dorian know about that and that probably he already knew about.
*****
The next day — mid evening.
"I'm thinking sage," Natalie’s voice rose, turning a paint swatch toward the kitchen light. "Or maybe that greige — the warm one. What do you think?"
"Both work well in natural light," I said, and refilled my coffee.
She set the swatch down and picked up another one, tilting her head at it, and I sat across from her at the kitchen table and kept my face exactly as it needed to be while behind my eyes I was counting — two sightings, two different cars at the gate, the same stretch of road outside.
"Dorian thinks the sag
