Clive had once e-mailed me a few pictures of his Northfield house. It was a Cape Cod—style home. Quite lovely, really. Nowhere near as grand as the house Donald had inherited from his mother and I now inherited from him. But really a nice home. And I knew he had earned the money to get it, whereas the money I now had came mostly from Donald and his family.
By the time we pulled into Clive’s long, winding driveway, I had a b***h of a headache. Annie and Alex were chattering in the back of Hank’s minivan, and Emily was trying to engage me in conversation. Not very successfully.
When I got out of the van, I immediately noticed Theo’s truck. Frowning, I turned to Emily. “What’s Theo doing here?”
She smiled and patted my arm. “Oh, I invited him. He and Clive are friends, and besides, I thoug
