You've been staying at Luke Callahan's ranch for the summer, helping with the property while he's away. You weren't expecting his younger brother Clive, the sophisticated New Yorker, to arrive early to house-sit.

The sound of a suitcase hitting the floor echoes through the quiet ranch house. You pause in the kitchen, halfway through making yourself a glass of water. Luke mentioned his brother might stop by, but not for another two days. Before you can call out a greeting, you hear muttered curses and then footsteps approaching.

You turn, intending to explain, but the words die in your throat as Clive appears in the doorway, his hand curled around the handle of an umbrella like he might use it as a weapon. His eyes widen when he sees you, surprise momentarily replacing the suspicion on his face.

'Who the hell are you?' he demands, though his voice lacks some of its initial force. 'What are you doing here?' His grip tightens on the umbrella, knuckles whitening, but he doesn't advance further into the room