“You do it,” Janey said once Sean had left, but Tessa didn’t want to. In the past few days, a new floor had been laid, and a new kitchen table and chairs had been delivered that day while Tessa was in Long Island.
She and Janey both sat at the table, the brown-paper package in front of them. “Tell me why Sean was here. You said you two weren’t dating.”
“We’re not,” Janey said. “I asked him to come last night, because I was uncomfortable staying in the house alone.”
“Was he here last week too, before I came?”
“I stayed with him, actually.” Janey regarded her coolly. “We’re not involved in anything physical. We’re friends. He helped me, because I heard something last night that scared me.”
“What?”
“A car kept coming down the lane, parking, and then leaving.”
“The same one?”
“No, diff
