I don’t?”
He shrugged, and the warmth in his face developed, just slightly, an edge. “Then the note’s on record, and the family can call the loan due, and you’re looking at defending an eighty-five-thousand-dollar lien in court. Don’t lose the house over pride, Sienna. That’d be a dumb hill to die on.”
I thanked him for the coffee. His confession sat continue reading …
