Chapter Twenty-Two
"You want me to do what?" Portia shouted through the phone. "Are you out of your mind? No, wait. I'll answer that. Yes. You are."
"Look, it's too big for me anyways," Trace answered defensively. "And you said I should make some changes."
"Since when is that house too big for you? Six months ago it was too small."
"That was six months ago." Before he'd spent months in a cabin the size of his master bath, and more importantly, before he'd told Cecilia that he'd sold it. "Look, are you going to help me sell it, or not?"
"Does this have anything to do with the reporter I've been hearing about?" she accused.
"She's a journalist, not a reporter," he said hotly. "You of all people should know that." How had she heard? Of course... Jason Case. Or had her sister spilled the
