They rowed by the sprawling house with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the lake.
“Pretty deluxe,” he said, resting his oars as they drifted. “Place like that set you back two million at least.”
“I’ve never seen anyone in it,” she said, shading her eyes. “Just the caretaker mowing the lawn.”
“Must be nice,” he said.
Over the months they kept an eye on it, even made a bet about when they might see the owners. They never did.
It was she who first noticed the windows. “All that fantastic view, yet the shades are drawn tight.”
“Must be a story there.”