Defenseless (Somerton Security Book 1) by Dyer Elizabeth

Author:Dyer, Elizabeth [Dyer, Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9781542048637
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Published: 2017-11-30T16:00:00+00:00

Nearly twenty-four hours later, Georgia pulled into the crushed-gravel driveway of Shady Pines RV Park as the sun dipped beyond the horizon, casting the bare branches of the trees and just about everything else in a depressing wash of gray. Leaning over the steering wheel, she glanced up through the windshield and confirmed the lot number. Four brass plates screwed into the siding of the 1970s Skyline told her they were in the right place . . . Well, almost—102A, while old and in need of some minor updates around the exterior, was in remarkably good shape; 102B, however . . .

Well, the second trailer wasn’t nearly so welcoming, but as it was about to be home for the foreseeable future, Georgia did her best not to dwell on it.

Carefully, so as not to wake Parker, Georgia climbed out of their ancient Corolla. She left the engine running and the heat on low, hoping Parker wouldn’t wake yet. Their luck had finally begun to turn over the last twenty-four hours. It had taken three calls and one missed connection until Georgia and Parker found a model that fit their needs and budget. When they’d met the owner—a sweet nurse in her late twenties named Amelia—at a Target parking lot three blocks from a Best Buy, Georgia had been shocked to find the car in exceptionally good condition. Newer tires. Consistent and documented engine maintenance. An immaculate interior. It was more than she’d dared hope for on the limited budget her watch had afforded them. When Amelia had exchanged the keys for cash and broken into sobs, Georgia had promised she’d take good care of her car.

One nerve-racking hour later, she’d pulled onto the highway, Parker in the passenger seat, his program off-line for the foreseeable future.

Exhausted and stressed, there was just one last hill for her to climb. Trudging up the wood steps that were in need of a fresh coat of paint, Georgia knocked against the weathered storm door of 102A. While she waited, her shoulders hunched against the cold, she glanced back at Parker. Still sleeping, thank goodness. She needed a few minutes alone, a bit of time to adjust, before she dragged him with her into reality.

“What do you want?” a voice burdened with a two-pack-a-day habit asked from behind the door.

“I’m looking for Betty. I’m picking up the keys for 102B,” Georgia said. “We talked on the phone this morning.”

The interior door cracked open, a weathered face appearing beyond the glass of the storm door. An older woman, cigarette dangling from lips smudged with lipstick the same shade of coral as the trim around her home, stepped forward, eyeing Georgia suspiciously. “I’m Betty. You said you’d pay cash up front; that’s five seventy-five and includes utilities.”

“Right.” Georgia shivered on the porch, wishing the woman would just get on with it.

“Then let’s see the cash.”

Sighing, Georgia pulled an envelope from her pocket—she’d separated out the correct amount earlier that afternoon—and pried it open so the woman could see.

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