“I agree,” Skyler replied. “There’s nothing funny about it.” He pointed to
the cottage. “The house is unoccupied; we have permanent residents
looking for a place to stay.” He held up both hands. “What’s the problem?”

“The problem?” Ella asked, with a raised eyebrow. “I think the problem
is six-foot tall, has black hair, green eyes and the ability to kick your ass
across Salvador.”