I glanced back in the mirror. Boston was standing up, moving in a circle in the back seat. He had done that several times already, and I felt bad for the poor guy. He never really fussed in the car, but I could tell he didn't like it.

"Apartment or house?" Raven asked without slowing the movement of her fingers back and forth on her reader.

"Condo. Three beds, two baths. Typical."

"Condo? Does that mean we're going to own it eventually once the bank gets paid?"

"Um, well, Rae..."

"You're not trying to say you don't want me involved with that, are you, Dan?"

"No, but I hadn't really...