“Lisa’s decided that she’d rather be an active partner than a passive partner.” Chase looked up from the counter where he was mixing a vodka-cranberry, shaking his head. “I knew it. I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist horning in on the job.” “Yeah, well…” Grant pulled a battered wooden chair out from the table, scraping it over the scuffed linoleum, and sat. “She doesn’t think we can do this alone. But I think she really just wants to keep an eye on her money.” “I think it’s more than that. I think she likes being in on the jobs.” Grant cocked his head toward his partner. “You think she likes pulling jobs? Really?” Chase stirred his drink for too long a time before answering. “I do. I mean, she complains a lot, but you can see it in her eyes.” He stopped stirring and, drink in hand, joined Grant at the table. “Maybe that’s a good thing.” “How’s that?” “No matter how we try to cover, it’s gonna look strange for a group of men to move into a suburban house in an upscale neighborhood on a short-term rental.
