Neighbor stepping in
She held her breath as Mr. Holloway crossed his neatly trimmed yard and stopped near her porch. His voice cut through the tension, deep and firm. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” The man on her doorstep turned sharply, muscles tight, like a spring ready to snap. Megan’s pulse raced faster. Would the buyer lash out in anger? The thought of her neighbor getting dragged into danger made her nerves twist into something even sharper.
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