“I don’t think anyone lives out there.” She glanced at her husband.
He shook his head. “A juice company owns it. Pickers harvest the oranges, but they’re gone now. I don’t want you wandering around in the grove, Corry.”
Corry kept his expression neutral. “I thought I saw a deer out there this morning.”
Martin, who’d stayed in the house several summers, spoke up. “You’ll see plenty more if you keep your eyes open—raccoons, rabbits, armadillos, foxes. This area has a lot of wildlife.”