I blinked. “What?” I asked, but it came out softer than I meant.

He smiled, thinking I hadn’t heard the transfers. “Hope it’s making life easier.”

My heart clenched. “Grant,” I said. “Steady, but low. I’m working two jobs.”

His smile faltered. “I clean the courthouse three mornings a week, and I shelve books at the library six nights out of seven. I haven’t seen a dollar from you.”

From across the yard, Sabine’s head turned. Her wine glass, midair, tipped slightly in her hand. For a second, everything seemed to slow. The servers paused. The laughter dimmed. Even the birds quieted. Her gaze met mine. I watched something flicker behind her eyes. Not surprise, not concern—calculation.

Grant’s arm dropped from my shoulder. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. His brow furrowed as he looked toward his wife, confusion settling in like fog. Sabine slowly turned her back to us and disappeared into the house.