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little work done right now,” I said to Jessica.
    â€œYes, let me fix you some tea,” Rose Noire said. “And show you Eustace’s kitchen.”
    She led Jessica off before I could warn the reporter about Rose Noire’s teas, which were always organic and healthy but rarely delicious.
    â€œDon’t talk to her unless you want to,” I said to Ivy. “Mother and Rose Noire can handle her if you don’t.”
    â€œThanks,” she said, with a quick smile.
    The house was in good hands. I waved to everyone, stepped outside and took a deep breath.
    Rose Noire was right. The air out here was cleaner. And it wasn’t just getting away from the construction smells of paint, glue, and sawdust. All the hostility between Clay and the other designers hung over the whole house like some kind of psychic air pollution. I had the feeling he’d be causing more trouble before the show house was over.
    But not right now.
    I stopped to take a few more breaths and study the sky. It was obviously cold, since all the snow already on the ground showed no signs of melting, and the dull gray sky suggested more snow was on its way, but maybe I was getting used to snow and cold. Instead of cold and gray, I decided the weather was bracing.
    My enjoyment of the out-of-doors was interrupted by voices coming from somewhere to my left, on the other side of the tall snow-covered bushes that flanked the front porch.
    â€œJust keep it,” said one woman’s voice, hot and angry.
    â€œI don’t want it.” Sarah, who I’d thought was still in the study, inspecting the damage. And the other voice belonged to Kate Banks, one of Sarah’s partners in Byrne, Banks, and Bailey. I’d never actually met Bailey, whoever he or she was. “I don’t even want it around me.”
    â€œAnd what if he tries something? Something worse than trying to ruin your room.”
    â€œPretty sure that was an accident.”
    â€œAfter all he’s done to us before?” Kate went on. “You don’t think he’s mean enough—?”
    â€œOh, I think he’s mean enough,” Sarah said. “I just don’t think he’s smart enough. I think he was totally astonished when the water started gushing out of that wall, and only worried about what it was doing to his room.”
    â€œYou never should have taken this on,” Kate said. “You should have—”
    â€œMaybe I should have listened to you,” Sarah said. “But I didn’t. We just have to get through this. I just have to get through this. Don’t worry about it.”
    â€œI should give him a piece of my mind,” Kate said.
    â€œDon’t give him the satisfaction. Don’t worry about me. I’ll handle it.”
    Kate made an inarticulate noise and I saw her dashing across the lawn. I pretended to have just come out of the front door.
    â€œHey, Sarah,” I said. “Was that Kate I saw? She should come in and get a preview of the house.”
    â€œI think she wants to wait and be surprised by the finished product.” She was smiling, but I could tell it was an effort. Her hand went up as if to torment her blue lock again, but she stopped it halfway with a glance at me.
    I liked Sarah. She was in her early thirties, a little younger than me, and in the past few weeks we’d discovered any number of shared tastes and interests. We usually saw eye to eye about what went on in the house.
    But I could tell that right now wasn’t the time to presume on our developing friendship by asking her about the argument she’d had with her partner.
    â€œWell, I’m off,” I said. “Tomás and Mateo will be helping with the repairs, and Randall’s sending some more guys over. Call me if there’s anything you need.”
    She nodded and went back into the house, looking preoccupied.
    Nothing I could do now. I’d check on how she was doing after