“Why did you break into my house?” “It’s my house.” “According to the rental agreement I signed today, it’s mine for the next twelve months.” His brow furrowed. “You’re the tenant? I thought you bailed.” “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “Who gave you a rental agreement?” “Annika Bailey.” Recognition softened his features. “You talked to Annika?” “Yes. I called on the ad. She ran my application and gave me the keys today.” His hands rested lightly on his hips and he looked at the ground. “She didn’t tell me the place was rented. I thought you were a squatter.”
